Chapter 11 e Aster

She was more correct than she could have guessed. Although he felt terrible for doing so, he walked forward and continued the trail across the freshly cleaned floor. Aster attempted to wrap her arm around his lower back but he jolted down the stairs to be out of her reach.

Lot planted himself in front of Becca. “You stupid bitch,” he barked at her. “Stand up!” She stood before him with a dull look in her downturned eyes. “Why are there still cookies on the table? I told you to eat that shit. You know I like it when you taste sweet!”

Becca glanced up for only a moment and Whack! The sound was loud. Iggy stopped and looked back up the stairs. Becca held her hot cheek in her hand and she glared down at the floor with eyes absent of fear, yet full of quivering rage. Iggy understood now that she was the house slave that they’d been seeking to replace.

Lot pointed down the stairs. “Now, go be hospitable, and get our guest some clothes.”