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Gina was sobbing like she was about to collapse, clutching the baby as she sank onto the couch, her voice all shaky. "Marina... how could you be so cruel? Max's just a baby!"
Her tears were coming down like a broken faucet, and her acting was so damn good that even the staff looked ready to throw hands at Marina.
Gideon stood there looking like he wanted to murder someone. He stared at Marina with disappointment. "Well?What do you have to say for yourself?"
Marina looked up at him. "It wasn't me."
"It wasn't you?" Gideon laughed, but there was no humor in it.
"The needles came out of the kid's blanket, and you were the last one holding him! What, you gonna tell me Gina stuck them in there herself?"
"Where's your proof?"
"What more fucking proof do we need?!" Gina suddenly went ballistic, pointing at her like she'd completely lost it. "You hate me! You hate this baby! But if you've got beef with me, come at me! Why hurt an innocent kid?!"
She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. Gideon immediately went to hold her up, then whipped around to Marina with this ice-cold rage. "Basement. Now!"
The basement was nasty—cold, damp, and smelling like mold.
As they dragged Marina down there, she heard Gina whimpering behind her"Gideon, that's it? That's all she gets? She tried to hurt our baby..."
Gideon was quiet for a beat. "What do you want me to do?"
Gina's voice got all soft and sweet, but it had this poisonous edge"She stuck needles in our baby... so she should kneel on nails and apologize."
The air went dead silent.
Gideon's face tightened. "That's so..."
"Ah!" Gina suddenly shrieked, and the baby started screaming bloody murder. Her hand slipped out of the blanket real quick.
The baby's cries were deafening, drowning out everything.
Gideon's expression wavered.
"...Get the nail board." He finally said it without looking at Marina.
They hauled up this board fast—a piece of wood absolutely covered in sharp thumbtacks, all gleaming under the shitty lighting.
Two guards grabbed Marina's shoulders and forced her down onto her knees.
When the first pain hit, Marina bit down on her lip so hard she immediately tasted blood.
Gina stood there watching, her eyes lighting up with this sick satisfaction. When she saw Gideon look away, she suddenly stepped forward and slammed both hands down on Marina's shoulders, pressing down hard.
"AHHHHH!"
Gideon spun around. "Enough!"
"Gideon..." Gina's voice was all teary and pathetic. "Does it hurt to watch? But those needles could've killed our baby!"
Gideon's hands clenched into fists and he finally stormed out. "...Don't go overboard."
The second the door slammed, Gina's whole act dropped.
She grabbed a fistful of Marina's hair and yanked her head up. "Hurts, doesn't it? Well, sweetie, we're just getting started."
Then she shoved hard—
Marina crashed face-first onto the nail board, her hands, arms, and ribs all getting skewered by the sharp points.
She curled up in agony but there was nowhere to go. Every tiny movement brought fresh wounds. Blood soaked through her clothes in seconds, pooling on the wood in this horrifying red mess.
Gina watched for a while, looking totally satisfied, then left away.
After the door clicked shut, Marina forced her eyes open. Her vision was fucked from pain and blood loss, but she could still see how bad it was.
She crawled to the corner and grabbed her phone with trembling hands.
By the time the ambulance sirens were getting close, Marina had managed to drag herself to the stairs.
She heard Gina's panicked voice upstairs"Gideon!Baby has a fever!He must be traumatized from what happened!"
The door burst open, and when the doctors rushed in, Gina literally shoved past Marina and hopped onto the stretcher with the baby. "Hurry! My son needs emergency care!"
Marina weakly reached out. "Help... please help me..."
Gideon stood in the doorway, looking at her bloody mess of a body, and said coldly: "Kid's fever is your fault. You're a grown-ass woman—you can deal with it. Deal the baby first."
The ambulance doors slammed shut and took off.
Her tears were coming down like a broken faucet, and her acting was so damn good that even the staff looked ready to throw hands at Marina.
Gideon stood there looking like he wanted to murder someone. He stared at Marina with disappointment. "Well?What do you have to say for yourself?"
Marina looked up at him. "It wasn't me."
"It wasn't you?" Gideon laughed, but there was no humor in it.
"The needles came out of the kid's blanket, and you were the last one holding him! What, you gonna tell me Gina stuck them in there herself?"
"Where's your proof?"
"What more fucking proof do we need?!" Gina suddenly went ballistic, pointing at her like she'd completely lost it. "You hate me! You hate this baby! But if you've got beef with me, come at me! Why hurt an innocent kid?!"
She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. Gideon immediately went to hold her up, then whipped around to Marina with this ice-cold rage. "Basement. Now!"
The basement was nasty—cold, damp, and smelling like mold.
As they dragged Marina down there, she heard Gina whimpering behind her"Gideon, that's it? That's all she gets? She tried to hurt our baby..."
Gideon was quiet for a beat. "What do you want me to do?"
Gina's voice got all soft and sweet, but it had this poisonous edge"She stuck needles in our baby... so she should kneel on nails and apologize."
The air went dead silent.
Gideon's face tightened. "That's so..."
"Ah!" Gina suddenly shrieked, and the baby started screaming bloody murder. Her hand slipped out of the blanket real quick.
The baby's cries were deafening, drowning out everything.
Gideon's expression wavered.
"...Get the nail board." He finally said it without looking at Marina.
They hauled up this board fast—a piece of wood absolutely covered in sharp thumbtacks, all gleaming under the shitty lighting.
Two guards grabbed Marina's shoulders and forced her down onto her knees.
When the first pain hit, Marina bit down on her lip so hard she immediately tasted blood.
Gina stood there watching, her eyes lighting up with this sick satisfaction. When she saw Gideon look away, she suddenly stepped forward and slammed both hands down on Marina's shoulders, pressing down hard.
"AHHHHH!"
Gideon spun around. "Enough!"
"Gideon..." Gina's voice was all teary and pathetic. "Does it hurt to watch? But those needles could've killed our baby!"
Gideon's hands clenched into fists and he finally stormed out. "...Don't go overboard."
The second the door slammed, Gina's whole act dropped.
She grabbed a fistful of Marina's hair and yanked her head up. "Hurts, doesn't it? Well, sweetie, we're just getting started."
Then she shoved hard—
Marina crashed face-first onto the nail board, her hands, arms, and ribs all getting skewered by the sharp points.
She curled up in agony but there was nowhere to go. Every tiny movement brought fresh wounds. Blood soaked through her clothes in seconds, pooling on the wood in this horrifying red mess.
Gina watched for a while, looking totally satisfied, then left away.
After the door clicked shut, Marina forced her eyes open. Her vision was fucked from pain and blood loss, but she could still see how bad it was.
She crawled to the corner and grabbed her phone with trembling hands.
By the time the ambulance sirens were getting close, Marina had managed to drag herself to the stairs.
She heard Gina's panicked voice upstairs"Gideon!Baby has a fever!He must be traumatized from what happened!"
The door burst open, and when the doctors rushed in, Gina literally shoved past Marina and hopped onto the stretcher with the baby. "Hurry! My son needs emergency care!"
Marina weakly reached out. "Help... please help me..."
Gideon stood in the doorway, looking at her bloody mess of a body, and said coldly: "Kid's fever is your fault. You're a grown-ass woman—you can deal with it. Deal the baby first."
The ambulance doors slammed shut and took off.
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