"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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HE LEFT. He actually left the room after I had just blurted out I was with child. I didn't think it would work, but I was taking my chances to save my child and I.
Now my mind was filled with all sorts of questions. Will he let me go? He won't let you go, he thinks you're a spy for heavens sake.
My hands were still tied to the bed frame and I couldn't get them to budge, not even a little bit. At least they were made of soft fabric, otherwise my wrists would be bleeding by now.
I whimper uncomfortably while trying to shift my position. This was a very awkward position to be in, I didn't want Gloria or Anna walking into the room with me tied up like this.
Click. My head snaps to the door as it slowly starts to open. Oh heavens, please lord no.
The door opens in slow motion as my eyes widen but somebody unexpected enters the room. It was a man.
But it wasn't that ruthless man, it was someone else. As I watched him come in with a brief case and glasses, he stares at me like a gawk.
Stop please stop it hurts!
My heart drops as I remember who the man is, the one who made me feel that horrible pain while fixing my arm.
"Y-You," I stammer as my pupils start to quiver, "Stay away from me!" I shout as I start trying to the budge the tie in my hands.
He stays silent as he comes closer to me, "I-I said stay away!" I practically shoo him away and start kicking my feet as he was getting closer to the bed.
"I've come to examine you." He says calmly with an accent while putting the brief case on the floor.
"You mean you've come to hurt me," I choke out as he opens the brief and all sorts of tools show up. He's going to hurt me, again.
"N-No!" I shout frantically as I start kicking my feet and pulling on the tie till I felt my stitches slowly open, which was more painful.
"You've told Capo that you are pregnant?" He raises a brow as he looks at me like I'm a type of patient he's used to seeing.
I ignore him and continue trying to let the tie loose. I felt the one in my right arm snap slowly, but the doctor didn't seem to notice.
Deciding to be smart for once, I answer him, "Yes, I-I'm pregnant." I nod my head while pulling myself up to a sitting position with my left hand still tied.
"Hm," he hums as he examines me closely, adjusting his glasses a little bit, "You don't look pregnant to me."
"I-I am. I'm married, and I'm showing signs of pregnancy." I say, lowering my voice at the married part because I was ashamed.
