Pain. That was the first thing I felt. Deep, sharp pain radiating through every crevice of my body.
My head throbbed, my ribs screamed, and every breath felt like I was inhaling pins through my lungs. My lips were dry, cracked, and split. My skin stung like it had been dragged across gravel.
Even my hair strands hurt.
I forced my eyes open, hearing voices. My vision spun, blurry and dim, as I blinked slowly, trying to force the world into focus. I was lying on my back on the bed; one of my eyes was swollen shut. Groaning, I turned my head toward the sound of voices, looking around the room as best as I could with my limited range of movement. The room looked unfamiliar at first, but then I realized it was one of the old guest rooms downstairs. The one we had planned to convert into a playroom when our child got older.
No… not our child. Their child.
I groaned in pain as I tried to roll over and get up. I couldn't. My arms and legs refused to budge. Confused, I looked down to see that my hands and legs were tied with ropes binding me, stretching my limbs apart, locking me into the bed, spread-eagle, like some experiment.
My breath hitched and started coming out in pants as panic spiked through the fog of pain and confusion. I struggled against the ropes, weakly at first, then harder. Nothing. The restraints didn't budge. I struggled weakly until the ropes bit into my skin, chafing it.
I moaned in pain; my lips barely moved. "Wha...what… is this?"
Two faces leaned into view, their faces twisted with hate.
Joe. Veronica.
The sight of them made my stomach twist.
"Release me right now," I growled at them weakly.
"You fucking bitch," Joe spat, his eyes burning with hate. "So you're awake. Good. I want you to feel every second of the punishment you brought on yourself. You're going to regret the day you were born."
Veronica's face twisted in rage. Her voice trembled with fury and tears. "You tried to kill our child! You disgusting, heartless bitch!"
Rage boiled inside me, mixing with helplessness. My fists clenched, the ropes digging deeper into my wrists. I yanked at them, tears of frustration leaking down the sides of my face.
"Release me!" I screamed hoarsely, my voice so weak it was barely more than a whisper. "You demons! OUR child?! You dare call this baby yours? This is my body! I can do whatever the hell I want with it!"
Veronica let out a shriek, her eyes wild with fury. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and began smashing my head into the mattress.
"You killed my baby!" You fucking killed my baby! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!"
I cried out in pain as each slam sent sharp stabs of pain through my skull. I whimpered, my vision dancing in and out.
"Veronica! Enough!" Joe barked, pulling her off me.
She collapsed into his arms, sobbing like she was the one who had been violated.
"She killed it, Joe... she killed my baby..."
Joe held her, whispering softly into her ear, comforting her, while shooting me a look full of venom.
I couldn't believe it. They were holding each other like grieving parents. Like I hadn't been the one carrying the child. Like they hadn't lied, used me, broken me.
"If you wanted a child so badly," I spat, my voice raw, "why didn't you carry it yourself, you nasty, STD-ridden whore!"
Joe's face darkened as he let her go and turned to me, rage flaring in his eyes. "You will get what's coming to you, you useless cunt," he said as he slapped me hard.
I hissed in pain and anger. "I will end you two thieving, conniving sons of bitches."
He sneered at me, scoffing, "You know what? Zack has always mentioned how he likes you, Lily, and how he has always wanted to try a pregnant woman."
Veronica let out a grating, crackling laugh like that of a witch. "Yeah, give him a call. I bet he would have friends like him. Tell him we are having a party."
She walked to the bed and spat in her. "I bet you will like it, you attention-hungry whore," she sneered. "I will make sure my baby here records it all so if you misbehave next time, we can share it with everyone so they can see what a disgusting whore you are."
Joe turned to her, looking down at her with adoration, and they shared a loud kiss. Then he turned and grabbed a bottle with clear liquid in it and a rag from the bedside drawer.
I stared at him speechless in horror as he opened the bottle and soaked the rag with the liquid in the bottle. Dread rose in me as I smelled the sickly sweet chemical smell.
Chloroform.
"No... no. Don't you dare..." I started to twist my head, trying to pull away.
He shoved the rag over my face, pressing it to my nose and mouth. I struggled weakly, turning my head from side to side, trying to hold my breath, but it was no use; I was too weak.
Darkness swallowed me again.
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When I woke up again, I felt like I was in hell.
Bright lights burned white behind my eyelids, and music pounded through my eardrums, amplifying my headache as bass vibrated through the mattress. My body radiated pain from every place I could feel. Weirdly, the bed was rocking with movement, and my body was also rocking with a foreign rhythm I wasn't creating.
Pain radiated from between my thighs, deep and sharp. My core felt sore and disgustingly wet, like it was filled with sticky, weird fluids.
I struggled to open my eyes, blinking as sweat dripped onto my face. Opened my eyes and found myself staring into the sweaty face of a man.
Zack.
His disgusting, grunting face was right above mine, his eyes glazed in sick pleasure as his hands caressed my swollen belly roughly.
I tried to scream but choked on the rag stuffed in my mouth. My body wouldn't respond. My wrists and my ankles—they were still tied. I was still trapped.
He noticed I was awake and grinned wider, leaning down to lick the side of my neck. "I have always wondered how a pregnant woman would feel like…" he muttered in my ear, sending shivers of disgust down my body. "… and gods, it is heaven."
Then he started thrusting harder. Pain exploded through my hips. I cried into the gag, my screams muffled as I struggled ineffectively against the restraints.
Zack moaned, then froze deep inside me. "Fuck," he groaned as he came.
He pulled out and stood up.
Joe came into view holding a phone. "Say cheese to the camera," he taunted before he walked out of view again.
Then I heard his voice laughing in the distance. "Hope you are having fun! Who's next?"
I felt my consciousness slip as another man climbed over me and started thrusting roughly, his hands tight around my neck.
With what little energy I had, I muttered. "I will kill all of you."
Then blissful and merciful darkness.