PART 2: “NO—PLEASE—DON’T!”
PART 2: “NO—PLEASE—DON’T!”
“NO—PLEASE—DON’T!” The child’s scream echoed through the mansion, cutting the silence like glass as the camera whipped from the kitchen into the living room—Elena rushing in, breath sharp—then stopping cold.
Sofia stood over the children, forcing pills toward their mouths, her grip tight, her face cold. “Take them! You’ll behave for once!” she snapped.
The children cried, twisting away, terrified. Elena lunged forward—SMACK—the bottle flew from Sofia’s hand, pills scattering across the polished floor.
“What are you doing?!” Elena shouted, stepping between them, shielding the children. Sofia froze… then slowly smiled. Not warm. Not human.
“You should stay out of things you don’t understand,” she said, low, controlled. Elena didn’t move. “They’re kids!” she shot back, voice shaking with anger.
Sofia’s expression cracked—just for a second—then hardened. Her hand lifted—ready to strike— But Elena moved first.
She bent down, grabbed the fallen bottle. Close-up—label. Her eyes widened instantly. Something was wrong. “…this isn’t medicine…” she whispered. Silence slammed into the room. Sofia’s smile vanished.
“Give that back,” she said, sharper now. Elena slowly looked up—fear gone. Replaced with something stronger. “You weren’t trying to calm them…” she said, voice steady.
A beat. Her eyes locked onto Sofia’s. “…you were trying to get rid of them.” The words hit like a weapon. The children cried behind her.
Sofia stepped back slightly, her eyes darkening, exposed. “You don’t understand,” she said quickly, but her voice trembled now. Elena tightened her grip on the bottle.
“Then explain it,” she said. Sofia hesitated—just for a second too long. Elena’s gaze sharpened. “Where is Roberto?” she asked suddenly.
Silence. Sofia didn’t answer. Didn’t move. Elena’s expression shifted. “…what did you do to him?” she whispered. Sofia swallowed.
May you like
Her lips parted—then closed again. The children whimpered. The room felt smaller. Tighter. Sofia’s eyes flicked toward the hallway… just for a second. Elena saw it.
And that was enough. She stepped forward slowly, her voice dropping to something colder. “…he’s still in the house… isn’t he?”
