Chapter 3 In Too Deep

"My... child."

Jolene hung in midair, thrashing, straining to see her baby. Why wasn't he crying? Had he been hurt in the fall?

Her concern for the child swallowed every ounce of pain and exhaustion. She tore at the ropes with all her strength. Then came a crack—sharp agony shot through her wrist.

Her wrist dislocated, the bones separating. She broke free and hit the ground hard.

But she didn't care about the pain. She scrambled over and scooped up the child.

"Baby..."

She rocked the tiny body gently, but the small head lolled, limp and still.

She already knew. She just couldn't accept it. She kept calling out, "Baby..."

Her child had no heartbeat. Stillborn.

Only fifteen minutes ago, she'd felt those little feet kicking inside her.

"Baby, wake up. Sweetheart, it's Mommy..."

Her voice cracked, then broke into raw sobs. Something in her chest felt like it was tearing apart. She wept without restraint.

Suddenly, something smashed into her head.

Benjamin had thrown a cocktail glass. It hit her square on the skull.

"Bad luck."

He stood a few feet away, turning his face in disgust from the blood pooling beneath her. "What are you crying for?"

"Benjamin, our child is dead! Are you even human?"

He wouldn't even let her cry.

"A bastard with no father—so what if it's dead?" he shouted.

Jolene lost the strength to weep. She just wanted to leave with her dead baby.

"Benjamin, he's not a bastard with no father. He's your own flesh and blood..."

"Say that again."

His rage was almost solid. He grabbed a whiskey bottle, smashed it against the edge of the coffee table with a crack, and strode over to Jolene.

The jagged broken bottle stabbed into her vulnerable neck, piercing her throat. Blood gushed out instantly.

Luckily, it missed her artery and windpipe.

"If you dare call that bastard mine again," he said, staring at her coldly, "I'll get a line of men to fuck you, get you pregnant, then make you miscarry, then pregnant again."

Jolene's lips trembled. From blood loss, she was terribly cold, and the world was going dark.

The pain in her neck worsened. She didn't notice when Benjamin pulled the bottle out. Kneeling on the ground, she suddenly felt her arms go light.

"My child—" She reached out desperately, but someone gently caught her wrist. Then a sweet‑scented coat was draped over her.

"Jolene, don't be too sad. I'll take care of the stillborn for you. You rest well."

The voice was caring and soft, yet it gave Jolene goosebumps.

Sienna.

Like an enraged lioness, Jolene lunged from the ground, grabbing Sienna's arm and reaching for her neck with the other hand, trying to strangle her.

"It was you! You killed him! And now you want to take him away?"

"Ah!" Sienna hadn't expected that Jolene, who looked half‑dead, would still have such strength. She screamed in fright, "Jolene, I just didn't want you to keep holding him and being sad. I meant no harm!"

She backed away fast, and the stillborn fell from her arms with a thud.

Jolene rushed to pick it up, but the next moment a large hand grabbed her arm roughly.

Benjamin lifted her like a bag of trash. "Ungrateful thing."

He threw her across the room. Her head hit the bar with a bang.

She lost consciousness.

When she finally came to, the pain was still there, but the smell of blood was gone, replaced by alcohol. Her bleeding lower body had been stitched, and the countless wounds had been treated.

She'd received basic medical care, but she was still completely naked. Around her neck, wrists, and ankles were heavy iron chains.

She crawled up slowly, the chains clanking. Then she realized—she was locked in a dog crate.

The crate was so small she couldn't straighten up, only kneel on all fours.

Despair flooded over her. Wasn't this enough for Benjamin? How much longer would he torture her? Her child was already dead. That was the worst punishment.

"Mmm... Honey, so deep..."

A woman's moans came from nearby. Jolene looked over instinctively. The dog crate was in the corner of a bedroom. On the big bed, Sienna had her legs wrapped around a man's waist, moaning with pleasure.

Jolene's heart clenched. That man was...

Through the bed curtains, she saw a profile almost identical to Benjamin's. But the features lacked Benjamin's sharpness, and the face was slightly different.

Benjamin's cousin, Ethan Taylor. She'd seen him once at a party.

Didn't Sienna love Benjamin deeply? How could she be with another man?

"Mmm, I'm about to come..."

Sienna's cries grew louder. Soon they climaxed together.

Jolene closed her eyes, waves of nausea rising. But she couldn't pretend to be unconscious. They'd already heard the chains.

"Honey, come look at this bitch."

Sienna's sweet voice rang out. She put on a robe and came barefoot to the crate. "When she gets on all fours, her ass automatically sticks up, like she's waiting to be mounted."

Ethan joked, "Her legs are spread wide too. Too bad her pussy is so messed up, what man would dare touch her?"

The insults rained down. Jolene dug her nails into her palms, wishing she could jump up and tear them apart. But she was chained. She tried to close her legs—impossible.

Sienna covered her mouth and giggled. "Don't say that. She just gave birth, her privates haven't healed yet. Look at her breasts, so big and sagging, like a nursing sow's. Squeeze them and milk might come out."

Ethan praised her while eagerly reaching into the crate. "Sienna, you're so kind, willing to help her with her milk."

"Get away! You animals!" Jolene screamed hoarsely, dodging desperately, making the chains clang loudly, her wrists bleeding from the friction.

"Stop dodging!"

Just as Ethan's hand was about to touch Jolene's chest, Benjamin's icy voice came from outside the door. "What are you doing?"

In an instant, Sienna burst into tears, her face a mess of mascara and grief. "We were just worried about Jolene's health and came to check on her. Who knew she was suffering from engorgement and grabbed Ethan's hand, forcing him to massage her breasts. When he refused, she called us animals."

Jolene's face went pale. "I didn't."

Benjamin looked dark, as if a storm were about to break. A terrible presence crawled up Jolene's spine like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. He turned and coldly ordered his subordinates.

"So desperate? Go get me two dogs in heat. I'll show you what real animals are."