Mother

Maxwell heard Helen's breathing quicken.

“Oh, Helen! Did you think I'd stop? Ian won't remember that. He's still too little.” He said and bit her ear slowly. “Didn't you want me, Helen? Didn't you tell my wife that you loved me?”

“I'm sorry, master.” Her voice became strained.

“I believe you, Helen. But you must be careful what you wish for.”

“Will you let me go? I promise I'll never tell anyone what...”

“Psst! You know you'll never leave, Helen.” He said and pushed her away.

She seemed relieved that he hadn't done what he always did to her.

“Maybe I'll let you go. I'm not a dog to bite bones.” He said, referring to her thinness.

“Forgive me, master.”

“You'd better start feeding yourself...”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to play with your food, Max?”

He turned and saw the young woman, with silky, glossy black hair and blue eyes, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and a smile on her lips.

“What are you doing here?” Maxwell as