Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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There's darkness all around me. I can feel my heart beating but my body is as still as death. Where am I? Why can't I open my eyes and escape this nightmare? So I try. With every last strength in my cells, I tear my eyelids apart to let reality in.
But all I see is fog as thick as mountain mist. My eyes shut and open several times, slowly without vigor, yet it's the same picture I get. Fog. White and grey. And then... blue? It's the clouds. I guess I'm flying up in the sky but to where?
Faint voices approach. I draw the darkness in when I hear, "Inject her a smaller dose. We're almost there."
What? No!
"Oh, spare me the doc 101! It's my fuckin' job so I need no fuckin' tutor." A woman's voice—crude and annoyed.
Then it hits me that I've been drugged and maybe kidnapped right from my office. No! A frantic blast of anxiety gushes over me so cruelly as I recall everything. It has to be Patrick. That devil! Where is he taking me? Again I try to move but the result is all the same.
I panic. I feel so helpless, the fact I can't budge a muscle.
Tears pool in my eyes because I can't feel my baby at all. Not even the emotional bond we share. I feel dead but alive. Paralyzed. Memories surge like a howling wind and I remember lashing at Red, claiming that I don't need him before he left my office looking so hurt and angered.
But I need him.
Faintly, I see a young woman with low-cut blonde hair. She leans over to my face and I blink weakly. A wicked grin spreads on her round face, and before I know it, something sharp pierces through my neck. But I can't do anything, so I breathe heavily until I feel and see nothing at all.
And then...
A snap of pain shoots through my stomach. I whimper in a low, strained voice but rejoice that I can finally feel something, even the hand massaging my hair so ominously that I force myself to get up again. But I can't; I'm bonded by the ankles and in a... four-poster bed?
No! Where am I now?
"You won't be able to move, butterfly... unless I choose to let you. But welcome back to the world," Patrick says; he's laying beside me in a huge wooden bed.
I gasp in fear, my heart thumping over my chest as though it ripping me apart. I'm scared. I'm so scared right now, for myself, and for my baby.
"Surprised that you're here with me?" The bed squeaks. He gets up, a devilish smile on his face that my tired eyes stalk. But I don't answer. "Well, I told you we'd be seeing each other soon. And I gave you enough time to play around even though I shouldn't have." His smile disappears as he stops at the foot of the bed, staring at me reproachfully.
I don't know where I am. It's a huge bedroom with old wooden furniture and red-brick walls. But it night time, given the lit-up lamp beside the bed.
"Why did you do that, Mia?" he proceeds, anger marring his unsavory face that I despise with all my being. "Why did you fuck that bastard and even got yourself pregnant with his bastard baby? Why, Mia? WHY?" he yells so loudly I close my eyes and swallow tightly.
