To Keep Alive

Chapter Two

Three Months Later

I was pregnant.

But I was happy. Even though the baby was the child of a monster, I loved the the baby to a whole lot. I already had a crib and blankets, as well as toys and diapers. I could already tell I'd be one of those overprotective moms, and I would do anything to keep my baby safe.

I knew being a single mom would be hard, but I was ready to take on the whole world if necessary. And as a single mom, I would have to get another part time job. A baby was expensive, and without help, nearly impossible. After all, there wasn't anyone to talk to about my future baby.

It was a normal day, just like the day I was raped. I heard a knock on the door, and looked through the peephole. There were two delivery men standing outside. I swung the door open.

"Wrong place, guys---"

One guy yanked me forward and put a cloth over my mouth and nose. I tried to hold my breath, but eventually I had to breathe. I inhaled deeply and the world went black.

Yeah, they weren't just delivery men.

They were kidnappers.

The next thing I knew, I was in a room full of woman.

"Hello, Caroline," I hear a dangerous sounding voice say, "Welcome. You're all wondering what you're doing here. It's simple. You all are pregnant, one way or another. I'm going to give each of you a weapon, and place you with a partner. Kill your partner or be killed. The top two victors will be judged by me. Whoever I choose keeps their baby and lives with me. Whoever is discarded... well, that's up to my men. Any questions?"

No one dared to raise their hand.

For some reason, I was feeling a bit... heady. I was still in a haze, almost as if I were high.

"What's your name?" I blurted, my voice coming out high pitched and girly. Not me at all.

"Ah, nice question. My name is River."

"I don't think you look like a River. You like like a Dick."

I giggled and started laughing hysterically. I rolled around on the floor as the men around River stared at me in shock. I just laughed harder.

"Grayson! What did you use when you brought her in here?"

"I used the usual, man." he said, then muttered, "You sure picked a wackjob."

"The usual is for the usual woman."

"HEY YOU ASSHOLE I'M TOTALLY USUAL!" I screamed, then started crying and pounding my fists on the floor.

"She's high, you dumb-ass. She's underweight for the usual! You better not show up here again. If my son is damaged, there'll be a bullet through your head."

"Whoa, sorry dude."

"Come here, Caroline."

"NO FUCKING WAY! YOU SAID I'M NOT NORMAL! YOU ARE A DICK. DICKY! YOU'RE NAME IS DICKY!"

He nodded his head and two men came and took me to a room. I thrashed and screamed and cried. And then I started laughing and cooing at the men.

"Hey, handsome," I giggled, "Wanna have some fun? We could have some fun. Come on, don't you want to have some fun? Heh. Heh heh heh."

"Shit, I've never seen anything like this," one said.

When they left, I hopped out of bed and pranced out of bed, singing Moves Like Jagger at the top of my lungs. I swayed my hips to the imaginary music. 

River's POV

I barked at my men to keep an eye on the other fifteen girls so I could check on Caroline.

Caroline.

She was small, almost frighteningly so. I remembered her as one of tightest little cunts I had fucked, though. She was pretty, but not in a flashy kind of way. And the whole librarian thing was just plain sexy.

And when Caroline was high... she was something. She was cute, and hysterically hilarious.

My small smirk disappeared completely when I saw her lying on the floor, pale and thin. I clenched my fists and growled. She shouldn't have been pale. The most memorable thing about her was her smooth olive-toned skin. 

Delicious.

I scooped her up, the lack of weight making me frown. I laid her on the bed and smoothed her hair.

"My god woman, we could hear from the other side of the house," I said as I looked down at her.

She didn't say sorry, but instead surprised me by grasping one of my locks of hair.

"Pretty," she whispered, her minty green eyes glassy.

"You need sleep," I told her gently, "And then I'll give you the lecture you missed."

The lecture had lasted for hours, but only because the girls kept asking questions. The other girls were huge compared to Caroline. How was this little one ever going to make it?

"No," she said stubbornly, "I'm not tired, Dicky."

Coming from her, the nickname was adorable. But I couldn't have it catch on.

"It's River, and if you call me that when you're not high, I'll whip you."

"Okay, Dicky."

I had to stifle a laugh. She passed out, exhausted and most likely dehydrated. I'd have to remember to get her some water in the morning.

"Goodnight, Caroline," I murmured and brushed my lips over her forehead. 

I was tempted to kiss her, but... no. She would remember our first kiss.