Chapter 265 Rat in Her Mouth
“Wait!”
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Anneliese’s voice trembled as it finally cut through the silence.
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Selina turned her head toward the basement, and in the dim light, she saw the faint shadow of Anneliese moving closer.
“If I beg for your mercy, will you really let me out?” Her voice cracked, thin and brittle, ready
to break.
Selina’s chest leapt with excitement, and her eyes stayed fastened on that faint dark shape. “Of
course.”
Her delight surged. Anneliese had lured Jonathan, had destroyed her own name, and now she had landed straight in Selina’s hands.
There was no way Selina would actually let her go. She thought Anneliese was a fool to trust her.
“Start begging, and I will keep my word.”
By now, Anneliese had stepped close to the other side of the iron door. Selina’s voice quivered with sharp joy.
“Fine.” The word scraped from Anneliese’s throat as she forced her body to bend forward, only a little.
Selina leaned in, desperate to see more, pressing her face so near the bars that her breath touched the metal. A wide grin spread across her lips, ready to break into wild laughter.
But in the very next moment, Anneliese’s shadow surged forward.
Selina’s jaw dropped in shock, and her eyes flew wide as something was shoved deep into her mouth.
It was soft. It was covered in fur. And it stank so foul that her stomach turned.
The truth hit her in a flash. She staggered back and convulsed as dry heaves ripped from her throat.
“Selina, you dirty b*tch. That dead rat suits you. It matches that filthy mouth of yours better than anything else ever could.”
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Anneliese’s sharp laugh filled the space.
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She tore the dirty sleeve from her arm and hurled the foul fabric aside.
The basement shook with the sound of violent gagging.
Selina tried to spit curses, but the stench clogged her throat.
She bent over, clutching her mouth, and staggered away, one of the servants rushing to hold her up.
Anneliese had never feared rats. Children who grew up without being given an ounce of love had no place for fear.
Back when she was small in the orphanage, mean boys had shoved dead rats at her until she cried. She had learned fast that crying did nothing, so she had forced herself to endure.
Later, when she lived in the basement with Zacharias, rats crept in from time to time, and she had always been the one to deal with them.
It was filthy, but it was nothing new.
Now she thought of Selina choking and retching, and the disgust faded from her chest.
But the cold of the basement dug deep into her bones. She sank against the wall, and without reason, her thoughts drifted to Jonathan.
The day before, he had kept sending her notes about his schedule. She believed he would send another today. She believed he would notice when she did not reply. She believed that just like the last time she was kidnapped, and the time before when she was drugged, he would appear and save her.
Her lips curled into a bitter smile.
That was a lie.
He was not even in the same country. He was not even on the same side of the world.
Her head grew heavy, heat surged through her body, and she thought fever was burning her because her mind drifted into a blur.
What felt like an eternity had passed when a violent crash split the silence.
The iron door swung open with a roar. She struggled to lift her eyelids. A blaze of light stabbed into her vision, and through it she thought she saw a tall, familiar figure.
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It felt as if she had been swept through a whirlpool of time, as if she had slipped into a dream without end.
In that dream, she was a small child again, curled tight in the dark corner of the orphanage. dormitory, shaking from the cold. Earlier that day, two couples had come to give charity, and they had praised her for being clever. By nightfall, the older children had turned against her.
They knocked her dinner onto the floor and poured water over her blanket.
She clutched herself and whispered, “Mom…‘
She had never once seen her mother since the day she was born, but in her fear, she longed for
one.
And God must have heard her cry, because not long after, He gave her a mother who loved
her.
The woman stroked her hair with gentle hands. “Anne, do you want to find your real mom and dad?”
She shook her head in panic and buried her face in her adoptive mother’s arms. “Mom, you don’t want me anymore? You are my mother. You’re the best mom in the world. I don’t need anyone else.”
Her mother kissed her tear–stained cheek, her heart aching.
“Anne, you are already our daughter. We will never give you up. But don’t you think maybe your real parents have been searching for you all this time?”
Anneliese stared with confusion, and her father lifted her high into his arms.
“It’s alright. We will help you look for them. You are so precious that when we find them, you will have two sets of parents who love you.”
They had been the best parents, and they had given her endless love.
But the picture shifted. Their warm, living faces turned into cold portraits.
Then, she remembered the day the White family found her, and her grandmother had taken her to the graves.
“Your parents never stopped searching for your real parents. Say goodbye to them. When you get to your new home, be good and show kindness to everyone. If you do that, they will care for you. Then your parents will rest in peace.”
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