66 I crush your pretty face (2/2)

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The skin stretched over Laila's thick stomach. Dark veins pulled over the curve. She could not see the burn of her first order, but her fingers slid across the ups and downs that burned into her flesh. Without knowing the brand, Laila knew that the numbers had been pulsing in a dark red for some time.

Laila put her hands on her pregnant belly. She felt the creature move in her mind under her hands. An uncomfortable feeling, as if boulders ​​rolled in her body from left to right. Suddenly a painful pulling.

The tight skin threw bumps and waves. Laila's abdominal wall opened. The edges of the wound were jagged, as if a cannonball had been fired from within. A yellowish, viscous liquid seeped out of the opening. Slowly, a malformed head emerged from the wound.

Laila saw horns and glowing red eyes. She screamed at the soul. Laila woke up screaming and sweating. She sat in bed, her hands pressed tightly to her flat stomach. Only with difficulty did she shake off the last aftermath of her nightmare. Exhausted, she reached for a glass of water on the bedside table and drank it down greedily.

Resigned, she let her head hang. It was now almost five years ago and almost every night she dreamed again of the birth of the creature that the ram man had fathered with her.

Tamara's father had removed the fertilised egg from her. He was so fascinated by Laila's accounts that he preserved the thing in liquid nitrogen for research purposes. ”For the research.” he had told Laila.

Laila had asked no further questions. Tamara's father set up a Swiss bank account for her with the help of his brother Benedict. $ 200,000 was worth the rescue of his daughter. Benedict, Tamara's godfather, created a rock-solid mesh around Laila and her new vocation.

Belinda Hammersfield got a proper Social Security number and everything needed to live a good middle-class life. Belinda was a therapist specialising in the fears of parents traumatised by the violent death of her child. Benedict created and managed the website, which was set up for personal contact.

He made the first contact with interested clients and clarified the business conditions. Laila never contacted her customers directly. Only at the fulfilment of the contract they saw Laila.

Benedict had a skilful hand and attracted satisfied customers whose job or position in society was valuable, among those who left Laila free to do what she knew best - slaughtering child molesters and child molesters. Thanks to Benedict's support, Laila was able to break away from Miguel and Anita.

The two had enough to do with themselves. After five years, Laila was looking for a retirement home. She was tired of accepting orders and judging the scum of humanity. More and more monsters gave birth to this sick company.

When Laila killed one, she found at least four new cases on the Internet, where nameless monsters had started their perverse activities. It was a Sisyphus work, with no chance of success. Laila found barely restful sleep. In her dreams she accompanied the ram man.

In her recent assignment Laila would almost have been killed herself, because she was completely tired and careless. That had to stop. Jessica's murder was atoned. Laila could hardly imagine that Jessica would have wanted Laila's death.

So she commissioned her Swiss financial genius, the only client she had not been able to serve, to find her a large piece of land with a forest and hut, far from civilisation. Laila's retirement home.

Laila drove through the vast Texas countryside in her Porsche Boxter Cabriolet - her property, not a rental car. The wind played with her hair, in the passenger seat was the expose of the small farm that the Swiss banker had sent her over to Benedict.

Laila was reluctant to imagine her retirement in America. Too many unattractive memories connected her with this country. Canada - that would be Laila's first choice. The low-quota country, its stunning nature and lonely squares had secretly sneaked into her heart.