Pedro couldn't contain his anger anymore. With one swift movement, he got up from the bed and backed away, looking at Anna hatefully. "Fine if that's what you want. Then don't blame me if I cross the line."
He walked out of the room, then locked the door with unimaginable force. Anna, lying limp on the bed, whimpered softly, begging not to be locked up like that. But Pedro already didn't care. He simply left her locked in the room, ordering someone to watch and ensure that she couldn't get out. No one could give her food or water.
"If you don't abort the child, then I will, Anna. In my way," Pedro said in a voice full of hatred and desperation. In his heart, he was obsessed with the betrayal he thought Anna had committed. It haunted him constantly, as if to erase all the good that had once existed between them.
In the darkened room, Anna did not remain silent. The despair that engulfed her heart moved her body to fight. She looked around for something that could be used to call for help. Her eyes found a landline phone lying on a small table in the corner of the room.
With trembling hands, Anna picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.