Storm and Grace

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Jen's POV

When I came to, I was sitting down in a chair. My hands were tied to the chair. So were my feet. I was dizzy. I closed my eyes again. I wanted the room to stop spinning. When I opened them again, the room had stopped spinning.

Then it all came back to me. I was being held against my will by Alex. He had assaulted and beaten me until I...lost my baby.

My baby.

The tears began to fall down my face. I had been pregnant. I knew that feeling. I felt it in my soul. I hadn't been wrong. But my baby had no chance. I had been stalked, harassed, drugged, and lied to for months. Without knowing it.

I would have been a mommy of two. All I wanted was a baby. To start a family. And I wanted to start that family with Johnny.
But we were both ripped apart by a narcissistic and demonic beast. There was no other way of describing him. He couldn't be human. He was Satan in the flesh.

Johnny.

What would he do when he found out? When the truth was revealed. I wouldn't be here to tell him. But would he survive the pain? He wanted to be a daddy again. We both wanted a baby together. But now...

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the door bust open.

Alex walked in. His eyes never leaving mine.

"Jenny," he smiled. I hated him. His smile never reached his eyes.

I looked at him through the tears that were still falling down my face.

"Will you just stop crying?" he whined. "You act as if I didn't do you a favor by killing off that bastard child of yours."

I felt myself shaking. But not in fear. I was pissed.

"You're Satan," I responded.

He laughed.

"You're a disgusting pig," I continued. "You will forever live in a prison until you die a miserable death yourself. Even if they never catch you. You'll always be on the run. And you'll never be happy. Because you don't deserve it. You'll never know love. You'll die alone. Like the miserable fuck you are."

Withing seconds, I felt his fist hit my face. I felt my head tilt backwards with such force, I was shocked. The blows continued. One after the other. After a while, I couldn't feel the pain. I just heard the blows. His fist seemingly breaking my face.

"Bitch," he spat. "How fucking dare, you."

He stopped. My head felt so heavy and bloated that all I could was bow my head and look down.

"Consider this my parting gift to you," he growled.

He began to untie me and within seconds, I felt him grab me by my hair and began to drag me, my hair still in his fists.

I was dragged out of that room by my hair. I felt like a rag doll. Being dragged across the hallway. He then dragged me down a staircase. My body felt like it was breaking with every movement he made.

When we finally reached the first floor, he continued to drag me into another room. I saw a couple of men looking down at me as I was being dragged across the room. I looked down for a second, and saw blood on the floor. Was it my blood?

When we reached a living room, he grabbed me and shoved me forward on the floor. I fell face first and laid there on the floor. I didn't have any more energy left.

"It's time," he growled.

After what I assumed was a couple of seconds, two men approached me to grab me by my arms to keep me steady. One of them quickly injected something into my arm.

Almost immediately, I began to feel my heart race. And then everything went black.

Hi, everyone. Here's a very short chapter to keep the story alive. I will try to post another chapter sometime this weekend. Thank you so much for your patience.