It was dark. I felt dried blood all over me. I barely had the strength to turn my body to see if anyone was around. My neck hurts like a bitch. My wrists are also cutting into the rope. I looked down at my pants. They were cut up an burned from the time she burned me with her cigarettes. I lost faith. I don't think Matt is coming to save me. I need to find a way to get out and save myself. I squirmed around as much as I can. But pain was still shooting around. My stomach was by far really big. It was almost two months. I wiggled my wrists really hard out of the rope. "Ahaha!" My wrist came clean out of the ropes. The rope was stain red and brown with blood. So we're my wrist. They were bleeding. I untied my ankles and got up but instantly fell down. I turned to my side so I wouldn't hit my baby. "ow fuck!" I fell right on my foot. I think it was sprained. I stood up holding onto the chair. I limped my way to the door. Surprisingly it was opened. I went through and looked around. I licked my lips which sting a little from all the cuts. I limped my way to the front door. I saw a person out the watering their plants. I looked around in the house. There were blowtorches, chains, whips, buckets of water, and many other things. If I stay here longer I might die. I ran to the door. Of course it was locked. I grabbed a chair and threw it at the window. Pieces of glass shattered everywhere. I saw my phone and picked it up. I called 911 as quick as possible. "hello?" "Please help me I have been kidnapped and tortured and I'm pregnant please come help me I'm running...out of...blood." I started to become dizzy. I dropped my phone and walked to the window. I need to go outside and I'll be safe. I walked outside. The fresh air. The breeze. I was finally free. I saw the person come rushing to me with their phone on their ear. I fell but was instantly caught by another person. Everything was starting to get dark. I heard voices. "Don't worry help is on the way." "hey stay up." "somebody go get help!" I blacked out. I was dying from blood loss. I pictured how I probably looked like. I was just full on bloody. Blood everywhere. In my hair. Teeth. Eyes. Nose. Fingernails. Everywhere. I couldn't die. Not now. I wanted my baby to be alive. I want to be able to see what will happen in the future with Matt. Oh my gosh. Matt. He would finally know I'm ok. And that bitch will rot in prison. And hell once she dies. I didn't even get to tell my parents, friends, and Matt that I loved him. You guys are my everything. I love you. And baby I love you too. I'll see you soon.
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