Rebekah huddled in a corner of the basement, her eyes fixed on the wasps buzzing nearby, terrified they would swarm her at any moment. The constant droning was like a curse, echoing endlessly in her mind and stretching her nerves to their breaking point.
Suddenly, the basement light went out, and darkness washed over her like a tidal wave.
Her fragile composure shattered. "No… please, no…"
Candice's voice drifted from outside the door. "Did you like the surprise I prepared for you, sister? Don't worry, this is just the beginning."
Rebekah curled into a tighter ball, her body trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't even hear Candice's taunts anymore. Her mind had retreated to that small attic years ago, a place of suffocating darkness filled with the hissing of snakes. Now, the buzzing of wasps had joined the terrifying chorus.
Fearing an attack from the shadows, she kept her eyes wide open, silent tears streaming down her face. Her mind was on the verge of collapse, but she fought against the urge to pass out.
Outside, Candice listened for a long time but heard nothing. She wanted to open the door and check, but the thought of the wasps stopped her. She'd need proper protection before going in.
She carried the tray of food back to the living room just as Benjamin was preparing to leave for the office. He frowned when he saw the untouched meal. "Benjamin, she won't eat," Candice said, lowering her head sadly, a perfectly timed flicker of worry in her eyes.
Benjamin sneered. "Fine! Let her starve!" He then looked at Candice and added, "Don't bother with her anymore. If she wants to waste away, let her."
Candice looked at him with gentle disapproval, her tone almost a pout. "You shouldn't say things like that when you're angry."
Benjamin's expression softened. Candice was so kind. He smiled, said his goodbyes, and walked toward the door.
He froze, a terrible premonition washing over him.
Jensen kicked the basement door open. A few wasps flew out, heading straight for him. He batted them away with his arm, their stingers failing to penetrate the fabric of his suit.
"No… don't come near me…" Rebekah's faint, terrified voice drifted from inside.
Jensen's heart sank. He took off his suit jacket, wrapped it around his head for protection, and went in. "Rebekah!"
The light from the open doorway offered some illumination in the otherwise dark room. When Jensen saw her curled up in the corner, his heart clenched painfully.

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