"Why are you treating me like this?" I gave a dry little cough, and blood spurted. My voice came out broken and hoarse. Tears kept rolling down, and everything in front of me was blurry.
Gabriel didn't respond and imprisoned me for six months.
I tried to escape countless times, but he caught me every time. I became a nervous wreck, covered in bruises.
Today, he opened the door and released me from the chains.
I thought I could finally leave there after enduring so much, but he had someone give me a sedative and put me on a cold operating table.
I vaguely heard him say, "Do a C-section now."
What? I was only seven months pregnant!
"I don't want his life. I just want his blood."
