Scar A Lonely Escort Part Two

 The Captured Daughter 

Scar had finished taking her hot bath. She then looked at her recently cracked case. She had already finished collecting all the evidence. So she made her way to the police station that Detective Smith did not work at. She gave it all in and within the night Stacy Jones was arrested for murder, theft and the conspiracy to become a black widow. She had murdered her previous four husbands and was about to be on the cusp of her fifth, her very own parents (which was originally reported as a heart attack) also her dogs at all ages for the compensation money and her cat for the exact same reason. She had stolen from eighteen boyfriends, thirteen of her offices and several old ladies and men by tricking them into signing all their inheritance to her. 

Yet she had only took this job thinking that it was just one old woman scamming a few old ladies because one of the old lady’s granddaughters came to her. (She was paid one thousand quid as she was very wealthy.) Yet she had discovered that three were one hundred old ladies and twice as many old men that were victims of this woman. It was shortly after sd found out about the murders shortly after asking around for evidence and how all her pets died of heart attacks along with her parents and four husbands. 

This set her alarm bells off and looked into all of the files and noticed that they all died of the exact same type of heart attack. She did her research and noticed that there was an easy to miss poison that could do that. She then walked into the hospitals and asked for the files and asked if there were traces of that poison into the corpses. Upon reopening the files and a dead cat that was recently killed and found that there was.

Once she had the evidence she needed since she had been given the case. If Stacy had gotten away with it, she would have been a billionaire within three years, a millionaire within one. Then she was paid three thousand pounds instead, as they were all impressed by her work. Then she went home when she was greeted by a few officers.

“Tell me, when was the last time you saw these two children?”

She looked at the photograph. To her shock and horror it was of Beatrice and Britannia!

“What!? What’s happened to them?”

“When was the last time you saw them?”

“At the door of my house, I sent them away.”

“Why?”

“Their mother didn’t approve of me being their friend.” She muttered as her head started to spin. Her face became pale as death.

“Right. Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah.” She stuttered as all she could do was nothing but lock her eyes to the ground and they flicked from left to right.

She then walked home and she hugged her pillow. It had just been Charlotte, her adopted mother’s birthday the day before and now this? She looked at nothing. She could feel her heart banging in her ears. Sbe sat there for the rest of the night dwelling upon it. She started to cry as she started to hug the photograph of her mother and siblings. 

Morana will blame me for this. I don’t know how, but she will. She will find a way to make this my fault.

She slowly fell to sleep. She woke up with a jump. She heard knocking on the door. She dropped her photograph as she wiped her cheeks and put her hat on. She walked to the door and opened it. The first thing that she felt was the punch in the face. She hit the ground. The next thing was the foot in the gut. She was momentarily stunned by the pain. Tbs next thing she felt was the only hand on her throat. Until, finally, she was able to see the face of Morana.

“Where are they?”

“W-what?”

“Where are my daughters?”

“Why-”

She showed her the paper. She read it and her eyes almost popped as her blood was ice cold.

They were in my house! They were in my attic? They were actually in my home?! Oh no! They were in my house!

Why! Why did they- Why this-

She let out a scream. She was dropped as she shook all over. Then she felt a kick in her head.

“Shut up!”

“How did they get in my house?” She screamed as her panicked head became light. Then she passed out.

Morana picked her up and climbed the stairs. She took a peek to a smiling Scar with a set of fraternal twins with eyes just like her. Yet they had brunette hair. She rolled her eyes as she continued to climb the stairs to the attic and saw a set of fifty doors. She followed the instructions and opened the door ahead to see a world beyond. Her eyes widened as she drank it in. Yet she knew that she did not have the time to appreciate this. She put the girl down and put on her husband’s handcuffs and went in.