𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 | 18+ COMPLETED

𝟓𝟖|| 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞

Once again my emotions are jagged and the pain I hid for eighteen years has been relieved. My mouth's dry, trying to cry out for help—but no one is going to come to rescue me, they didn't all those years ago.

Lifting my eyes up, all I see is a blur and my body is tied up by the ropes—aching and tortured. My heart trips when I see Santi unconscious on the floor, with a bruised face from getting beaten, also tied up and I felt my entire soul breaking knowing that he has to go through this too.

"Santi." Voice stuck, I place my hand over my stomach hoping that our baby is safe and okay. Pulling myself up with strength, I walk over to Santi, tears falling as I see his state of him. Pushing his hair out of the way, "Santi, mi amor please wake up." Whisper to him, I lightly shake him but with every move I make—my body tires out.

Letting the tears stream down my face, I call him once again, trying to untie my hands. "Santi please wake up!"

"He's not dead—yet." The voice behind startled me, I knew who it belonged to exactly. Turning my head around, I see Sung-ho entering the room.

"What did you do to him?!" I almost yell, feeling nauseous all of a sudden, I clutch onto my stomach and hold my breath.

"Nothing that would break you apart. He'll live, well only for a few more hours." He walks closer to me, I put my knees to my chest, close my eyes and pray that he doesn't come anywhere close to us. Kneeling down in front of me, he pulls my chin up making me groan in pain, "He's going to watch you die first before I kill him with my own hands."

"No!" Crying out, I look down at Santi who was fluttering his eyes open. Sung-ho's chuckle echoes in the dark room, standing up and leaving before Santi was fully awake.

Hearing Santi cough, I look down at him, still trying to get the rope tied off. "S-Santi." Whispering his name, he tries to call out for me but he was drained. "Mi amor, I-I'm so sorry." Crying out to him, I manage to get the rope off me and help Santi sit up against the wall.

Untying the ropes on his hands, I cup his cheeks and wipe the dust off his face. "Baby—I'm gonna get us off here, okay? You're not hurt, are you?" He takes my hand—rough and bloody, I shake my head and kiss his knuckles, letting my tears fall onto them.

"I'm not hurt Santi."

"T-The baby?" The way his voice was cracking was like a sting to my heart—every part of my body.

"The baby is fine, mi amor." Giving him a small smile, I pull him into a hug and as I do, a groan leaves his mouth. "Santi? What's wrong?" I look down at his abdomen, lifting his shirt to see his ribs bruised up.

"I-I'm okay hermosa. I'm okay."

"No, you're not Santi. Look at your ribs, it's all bruised." Whispering, I press lightly on his ribs, not intending to hurt him.

"I'll be okay, baby. I only need you to be okay." He's stubborn, he won't look after himself and yet wants me to be okay. Sighing, I sit beside him, leaning my head against his shoulder. I let the tears in my eyes scatter all over my face, and though I try to not make a sound—a small whimper escapes, immediately my lip to stop me from crying. "Reina hermosa, look at me—"

He takes my hands and as I face him with teary eyes, he wipes them, "We're going to get out of here, okay? I fucking promise you. Everyone is probably looking for us and they'll get us out." I know he was giving me all the reassurance he could give, deep down I knew this was going to be the end of us.

We're captured by dangerous people, the people who ruined our lives, who killed my parents and a brother. Squeezing his hands, I try to give myself faith but it's slowly draining me out. "I'm scared, Santi." Giving in after hiding all my pain, I finally let my emotions take over and speak like everything is already over.