Hot Revenge Box Set 2

James

Breakfast time.

Charlotte is up and about, refusing to stay in bed. And, while she is still tired, I see no reason to insist on bedrest. Right now, she will do far better for being back at home and enjoying ‘family life’.

Nonetheless, I’ve encouraged her to wear a woolly housecoat over the nightie, slippers and bed socks. Hopefully, that will prevent her trying to go outdoors. The fog outside hasn’t cleared yet and I don’t want the damp settling on her chest.

She's too pale. At least, she's always pale, but that's her natural colouring. Right now, there's still that pallid edge to her complexion that I don't care for.

Almost a week of being chained in her own shit.

Living on crap junk food.

Scared half mindless…

Blood loss from the birth...

Hmmm...

Charlotte sits with Cara on her lap, providing her breakfast and Beth sits close by making cooing noises.

She’ll enjoy a good breakfast…

And with that in mind, I’m at the hob with bacon, fried and scrambled eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, black pudding and fried bread.

I rummage through the fridge, seeking inspiration. It's barely stocked. We've spent the last few days living on food from the freezer.

clean white tee-shirt, jeans and trainers and looking exactly not as though he spent the last week under horrendous

what we have to make up a

“Good idea.”

Mother Hubbard’s cupboard in there. I'll pop across to the hotel. Raid their supplies. Anything besides

Watercress.

I'll

Oh, and this…” He brandishes a jar. “Some kind of chutney. Apparently, it’s from the last of the green tomatoes a few months back and Sally says she needs guinea pigs for the

Sally I’ve no guinea pigs in the larder and

then pulls up a chair, comparing notes with

steam. I eye the table… Butter, marmalade, strawberry

are you doing, Charlotte? I’m nearly

from the breast… “Are

careful to check they’re giving you something suitable. You need to take them until that chest infection clears, and they’ll do Cara no

food on the table. “There you go, everyone.

pulls up chairs. Michael scoops scrambled eggs onto Charlotte’s plate, then tomatoes and bacon. “We should

answering smile is broad and bright. “I’d love

a long nail on the table. “Charlotte, will you show me how you make those little

I will. I’ll just need some glossy magazines, something with lots

of those in the hotel,” says Michael. “I’ll see what’s out of date in Reception…” He trails off,

turn, following his

hand-in-hand with Klempner. Both are freshly showered and very obviously,

Mitch sucks at her

where are your manners? Budge up, make some space for your parents. Michael, set two extra places, please. Larry, tea

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