Rebecca walked into the house in a daze, her thoughts turning along with her stomach. She felt sick physically and mentally, and all she wanted to do was lay down.

Natalia watched through the patio door as Rebecca walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, sipping it slowly with her eyes closed as she held her stomach.

Natalia slid inside and touched the woman's shoulder gently.

"You okay?" Natalia asked quietly. Rebecca nodded at first, but then shook her head as the tears started to stream down her face.

"No, not at all." She cried lowly as she twisted around, pressing her head into the woman's chest. Natalia sighed, rubbing her back gently as she sobbed lowly.

"He's a monster." The young wife hissed as she pulled away, handing Natalia her phone.

"Did you get the recording?" The French woman asked. Her young lover nodded, before groaning and holding her stomach.

"What? What happened?" Natalia asked. Rebecca felt the nausea travel through her body and she gagged, vomiting into the sink. Natalia held her lovers hair as she vomited, her empty stomach curling as it attempted to push up absolutely nothing.

"Are you okay? How long has this been going on?" Natalia asked. Rebecca grumbled, twisting around and holding her stomach and Natalia pressed a cool hand on Rebecca's burning forehead.

"Okay, how about you go lay down? He's in his office. Let's go."

They walked hand in hand upstairs to the wife's bedroom and Rebecca sat on the bed, Natalia removing her young lover's shoes and watching as she laid down, her eyes closing with sudden exhaustion.

"Would you like some soup? I saw some noodles in the cabinet." Natalia asked. Rebecca groaned and shook her head, pressing her body further into the bed.

"Sleep. I just want sleep." Rebecca whispered. Natalia sighed and walked over to the head of the bed, leaning down and kissing her lover's forehead.

"I'll come check on you in a few. Just rest as much as you can. There's some stomach bug going around." Natalia sighed, before walking out of the room and shutting the door.

The day was quiet, Natalia and the carpenters working in complete silence, The Monsignor staying in his office, and Rebecca laying in bed asleep most of the day. She woke up to the sun going down, her eyes fluttering open as the dusk sky illuminated the room. She groaned, sitting up to a weird metallic taste in her mouth and sighed, looking to see a glass of water and a small bottle of pepto bismol sitting on the nightstand.

She blushed, smiling softly at the kind gesture before taking the glass of water and downing it, moaning lowly as the cool liquid slipped down her throat, before rubbing her stomach.

She was hungry. Ravenous even.

Rebecca slipped on her shoes and walked downstairs, when a delicious aroma hit her nose. She walked to the kitchen and saw the carpenters and the Monsignor sitting around the table with a pie of pizza sitting in the center.

"Sorry Monsignor for not making dinner, I wasn't feeling too well." Rebecca breathed.

"Don't worry about it. Natalia already informed me on the state you were in. You're excused." He responded. Rebecca nodded and took the empty seat that was next to Natalia and smiled at her. Natalia smiled back and placed a piece of pizza in front of her.

A hand slipped under the table and laced fingers with the French woman and her heart warmed as her young lover squeezed her hand, before taking the pizza and biting into it.

Rebecca couldn't help but moan at the taste of the delicacy she hasn't eaten in years, everyone looking up at her. She didn't notice they were staring as she continued to devour the slice of pizza, already nearly done with it as she reached for another one.

"Someone's hungry." The Monsignor scoffed in disgust, causing the woman to look up with cheeks filled with food. She looked around at the eyes that stared at her and blushed, putting her hands in her lap as she chewed her food, swallowing the remainder that was in her mouth.

"And she's allowed to be." Natalia snapped, placing another slice onto her lover's plate. The Monsignor was taken aback by the sudden attitude he received from the carpenter and balled his hands into fists.

"You will not bite the hand that feeds you. I'm allowed to talk to my wife with no interruptions." Mr. DeMarco barked. Before Natalia could respond, a hand grabbed hers under the table and she exhaled, looking at Rebecca who just stared at the Monsignor.

"Sorry sir. I guess I did work up an appetite sleeping all day. My gluttony will not go unnoticed." She whispered, causing Natalia so grip her hand tightly. The Monsignor nodded, shooting Natalia a smug look and it took everything in Natalia to not shoot one back.

That's why I fucked your wife, mother fucker. And she swallowed my cum. Every single drop, She thought as she removed her hand from under the table and continued to eat her slice.

Rebecca bounced in her seat like a child as she took a bite from her second slice, eating slower this time and Natalia watched from the corner of her eye. She's never seen Rebecca eat like this before. But it made sense, considering she vomited and then slept all day without eating breakfast or lunch.

Right?

Rebecca ate and ate until she was stuffed, rubbing her full stomach as she sight back in her chair when a can of ginger ale was placed in front of her by Natalia.

"She's not allowed to have soda." The Monsignor stated harshly as Natalia sat back in her chair.

"She has an upset stomach, Monsignor. It will help her digest her food." Natalia responded, her tone soft. The Monsignor was fuming as he looked over at Rebecca who grabbed the can and sipped the bubbly substance. He stood abruptly from his chair, causing all of them to gasp.

"Get upstairs. Now!" He yelled, his face red. Rebecca's chin trembled and Natalia shook her head, stopping Rebecca from standing up with her arm, Rebecca shaking her head. The other two men just watched in shock, unsure of what to do.

"Miss Daniels, I suggest you remind yourself of your place. I'm paying YOU, and allowing YOU to stay in my home. Don't you dare try and influence my wife to disobey me!" The Monsignor roared as his fist slammed down on the table.

Rebecca stood, a tear slipping down her face as she walked upstairs, the Monsignor grabbing a fist full of her hair and dragging her into the bedroom, throwing her to the ground.

The loud thud caused all three carpenters to jump, Natalia's teeth clenched together as they flinched again as another loud thud was heard from upstairs, Rebecca's loud cries making Natalia tear up as she stared at the table.

"I know you were just trying to help, but you can't keep doing what you did today, Natou." Mr. Jones hissed lowly, another thud echoing from the ceiling.

Natalia stayed quiet, breathing deeply through her nose, her face red with anger when a loud scream and sob was heard, before everything went quiet.

The sound of silence haunted Natalia as she heard loud footsteps come from upstairs, looking toward the Monsignor to see him fastening his belt as if it was his weapon that was just used on his wife just moments ago. He walked into his office and slammed the door shut, the house shaking.

Natalia scurried from the table, ignoring Mr. Jones' protest and ran upstairs, busting the bedroom door open to see Rebecca on the floor curled up in a ball as she cried into the carpet.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.." Natalia sobbed as she gathered the small woman in her arms. Rebecca sobbed into her chest as she clung to her French lover, hissing as her large hand grazed against the wounds that weren't visible.

"What hurts, baby? What did he do?" Natalia hissed. Rebecca shook her head, too afraid to show her bleeding skin with belt marks on it. Afraid that it'll scare her dear lover away.

"Show me, it's okay. Show me."

Rebecca stood slowly from her lap, lifting her skirt and Natalia growled with anger as she was the deep black and purple bruises that he inflicted on her bottom with the belt, her breathing heavy.

The scars were so deep that some of them bled, the crimson liquid dripping down the back of her thigh and legs.

I'm going to fucking murder him.