"What? That's absurd! You can't fire me, you work for me!"

"Not anymore Mrs. Sterling, since you can no longer meet payments I can no longer work for you, I do wish you the best."

"How dare you accuse-hello?" Marian was bewildered to hear the dial tone for the third time. She had called all three of her lawyers and each one had fired her, the mature woman was so consumed with humiliation that her body vibrated with it.

This is his doing! I know it is. That stupid boy, when I get out of here I'll beat him black and blue.

She was yanked by the arm and dragged back to the interrogation room; the officer shoved her in a seat and left slamming the door.

Marian looked into the large mirror that reflected her, she knew on the other side they must have been watching. They were always watching.

What complete insanity, to have me in this filthy place. A queen such as myself! It's unbecoming.

Thoughts ran through her head like a freight train, Marian knew Agent Butch would try to trap her and play with her mind, a small smirk tugged at her lips, she may have been better at his job than he ever could be.

Scolding herself mentally, Marian got her thoughts together; she had to figure out a way to get out of there and back to her house and her three defiant children. How did I end up here in the first place? Why did they suddenly start digging up things about Nicholas? She thought back on what charges she was arrested for. Child abuse and murder.

Marian scoffed, she did not think that what she did to her children was abuse, and no one in their right mind would accuse her of being a murderer, she was the elite angel, a nickname the media gave her.

The media must be all over this! Damn it!

Her heart had now begun to beat out of rhythm; she was worried about what slander the media would put up for the world to see. She couldn't trust her children because they would allow her name to be tarnished and that was one thing she would not stand for.

The thought of her three children made her blood boil, the defiance they had shown, she was most surprised with Vivienne, the girl would usually look like she was going to faint in her presence but she spoke back to her...the look in her eyes, the usual fear was replaced by an icy expression and even Marian had to admit she was scared for a second. Marian was certain if Vivienne had rebelled at an earlier age she wouldn't have been able to control her, or her two sons for that matter.

The door to the interrogation room reopened and in strolled Reese Lockwood and Remi Holts.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Mrs. Sterling" Remi smiled sweetly.

"You should prioritized yourself little girl, it's unpleasant to keep others waiting" Marian huffed.

"I'll be sure to remember that."

Marian rolled her eyes at the insignificant girl, commoner, turning her eyes to the young man that looked no older than her own son she got straight to the point.

"Let's get this over with, I have a family to get back to and I wouldn't want them to worry about why they're mother was in shackles-" Marian stopped when she heard a snicker to her right.

Remi had to shake her head at the woman's audacity.

"Mr. Lockwood, would you care to tell me why I was arrested for murder and abusing a child when I've done neither of the two?"

Reese stared at Marian Sterling, he had never in his life thought of hitting a woman but the one in front of him, he have no problem showing her a preview of what will happen to her own the inside.

"Are you sure?" his voice would've surely frozen the seven seas.

"I'm quite certain" Marian replied.

"See, I don't believe you, maybe you have selective memory but one way or another you will tell the truth" Reese promised.

Marian released a sigh, "and what proof do you have boy? Throwing accusations around and forcing words in their mouths helps you none."

"Maybe not" Reese signaled to Remi and she brought the computer over, placing it in front of Marian then taking a step back. "But my words aren't accusations, they are truth."

Marian looked at the screen, her body bristled as she watched and listened, she saw herself weeping with her now deceased child in her arms. Little angelica, she was so pale. So lifeless.

Marian's throat constricted.

"Where did you get this?" she whispered.

"I'll be asking the questions here" Reese told her, "heartbreaking isn't it? Losing a child, I can't begin to imagine what that-"

"No, you can't, you have no clue at all what it is like to put your child in the earth so do not speak about it. Why am I watching this video?" the sharpness in Marian's voice lead Reese to the conclusion that he had it a nerve.

That was good.

"But she's not your only victim is she?" Reese leaned back watching every move she made, the way her eyes darkened, the way her jaw clenched, the way her fist tightened. She probably wanted to teach him a lesson like she had her children.

Marian laughed. "Victim? Care to elaborate agent?"

"You're really something ya know?" Remi interjected as she stood behind Marian glaring down at the woman.

"Oh I know darling, flattered but I'm not interested" Marian smirked,

Remi laughed, "There's a word for people like you, the ones who have a charming personality but lack the feeling of empathy. They can mimic emotions but never once do they feel them, they form bonds with people, and can appear to be god sent angels, but those around them never know what they truly are. And what they are you wonder? Hm, well none other than manipulative psychopaths."

Marian kept her eyes on Reese Lockwood, "is that so? Then shouldn't you be afraid? If I am what you say I am, maybe I'll take a sudden interest in you; have you as one of my many dolls."

The last word caught Reese's' attention, Marian had slipped up. Dolls huh? So that's what she likes to call them.

"I don't think you'd enjoy Remi as a doll, she's too much of a wild card" Reese cut in.

"That would make it all the more fun agent, breaking her and then making her again until I'm bored, isn't that what any psychopath would do?"

"You mean what you've done to your children? But then again, you broke them before they had a chance to become themselves."

"My children are none of your concern, agent Lockwood."

Reese nodded, he slapped a folder on the desk, opening it he pulled out a few photos. Aligning them each in front of Marian he point at them one by one. "Marta Granger, Felicity Granger, Roberta Chavez, Angelica Sterling, and Nicholas Sterling."

Staring at the photos Marian felt like an active volcano, the first two especially brought back memories she wished were still suppressed.

"Your mother and your older sister were bound, and tortured before being lit on fire, Roberta Chavez was also bound and tortured then cut into pieces, your youngest daughter was forced to chug bleach and your husband was shot point blank in the back of the head...all these murders have one thing in common. You were the last to see every single one of these people alive."

Marian ground her teeth together, she so wanted to light something ablaze right now, like the entire federal bureau of investigation. She could vividly imagine cutting these people into pieces. Like she had done to that sow.

"You killed your own mother, why? Did she pick favorites with Felicity? Scolded you too much? Forgot your birthday? What did she do huh?" Remi taunted.

"She breathed air" was Marian's short reply.

It stunned both Remi and Reese.

Marian looked up at Remi and smiled, "what's the matter sweetie? Cat got your tongue? Do you want to know why my mother died? She was a whore, a drug addicted whore and my older sister was no better, they both spread their legs for any man. It was disgusting and tactless, they had no class, they were weak. I'm grateful for the person who set them ablaze; they were a nuisance to society. Just breathing the same air as them made me sick...just like looking at you makes me sick."

"You're a real piece of work, to actually burn your family alive-" Remi shook her head.

"Those whores have never been my family" Marian snapped.

"Is that what you tell yourself? That they weren't your family?" Reese piped "did you enjoy hearing them scream and smelling their burning flesh? It doesn't matter ya know. Blood is blood. No amount of wishing can change its type, you were that girl that lived in a trailer park, piss poor that wished to hit it big time...and did you! You snagged Nicholas Sterling, a young bachelor at the time; you got pregnant right away and built a family. Only to beat the children till they passed out."

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with discipline." Marian exploded.

"There is a big difference between discipline and abuse; you clearly do not know the differences." Reese stood from his seat and walked from the interrogation room.

Marian Sterling was going away, and it'd be for a long time, he'd make sure of that.

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The wicked witch has finally cracked under pressure! What will happen to her now?

*tips imaginary hat to Reese and Remi* what did you guys think of this chap? comment, vote or share! Thanks for reading.

- xoxo T