Little Angel

Chapter:48

Vivian Flammery.
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The air in the cold, damp room was thick with despair. I couldn’t stay still; the tension was coiling within me like a tightly wound spring. I paced back and forth, each step echoing softly against the concrete walls. It felt like hours had blurred together, time becoming a cruel joke as I clutched my stomach.

The flickering fluorescent light cast harsh shadows across the bare concrete walls of the room. Each step is a silent prayer for Daisy’s safety. My heart ached with a longing that was both physical and spiritual, a profound ache for my daughter, my little sunshine, and a yearning for Gabriel’s embrace, for the warmth of his love to chase away the chill that had settled deep within me.

It has been more than two days. For more than two days, I had been trapped here alongside my sweet Daisy, my bright four-year-old daughter. Every minute felt like a year. I was constantly hungry and thirsty, and the mere memory of the meager rations offered to us made my stomach twist. They’d given us a few slices of bread and a splash of water—barely enough to sustain one of us, let alone both. But I couldn't let my baby girl suffer. I let Daisy have most of it, watching as she chewed thoughtfully, her big blue eyes wide with fear I tried to shield her from.

Daisy was gone. He had taken her, his promise ringing hollow in my ear.

She is gone to Gabriel, away from this cold room, away from this dark place, but it did nothing to stop the fear inside that threatens to cansume me, but his words—that's the only thing I have—and I pry with everything that they are true. The rest was a haze of confusion and pain.

The cold gnawed at my bones, a relentless entity that seemed to seep into my very soul. I shivered, rubbing my hands together for warmth and glancing down at my flat stomach.

I am trying my best not to think of the possibility of being pregnant. Trying my best not to think that I had another baby to care about, and I didn't eat or drink enough for a pregnant woman who was supposed to eat a lot for two.

I closed my eyes, praying—not that it would change our fate, but that God, if He was listening, would grant me one last wish: that Gabriel had gotten Daisy to safety and give my body enough strength to withstand this torment until I saw him again.

My hands were bleeding the first day of banging my hands on the door, which was not a good idea, and my legs felt stiff. Every step sent a jolt of pain shooting up my legs, but I continued pacing, the dull ache a welcome distraction from the hunger and thirst that gnawed at me, not to forget the cold. It helps to keep my body a little heated, or I am afraid to get hypothermia, which will not be good for my condition.

Every time the door opens and a man comes in, he just looks at me, does nothing, and then walks away without saying anything.

It's night now, and the night always gets colder. I can see the snow falling from the small window by the ceiling, but that was the only information I got.

I have no idea what the hell is going on outside these four walls.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the shadows of two figures fell into the room. Marko entered with a malevolent grin, his posture relaxed as if he were merely a visitor instead of a kidnapper. Behind him was another man, a larger frame draped in an intimidating aura. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized them both; their presence dripped with menace.

I stepped back, my heart pounding in my chest. The air around them crackled with an energy I couldn't place.

Marko sauntered into the room, his expression smug. "Did you miss me, Vivi?"

"No," I replied, keeping my tone flat and trying to sound braver than I felt.

"Awww," he said, his lips curled in a mocking pout. "That hurts."