INSTA-Daddy

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[GAB]

I've been knocking on the door, twisting the doorknob and screaming so loud until my throat exploded. All those but still nothing happened.

My body was getting weaker and weaker the more effort I exert so I stopped trying. There was still no enough oxygen for me. I was huffing and puffing deeply, wheezing for air so I could still breathe, even for just a  little bit. It was so hot, almost like I'm inside a sauna or something. But I'm not.

I still don't know where I am. My face was smothered in tears and sweat. My body was getting sticky too because of the nonstop sweating.

Tom's face flashed in my mind. So did my friends faces. And my family too. Are they worried right now? Are they all looking for me? I hope they are.

Let me out of here. I wheezed along with another stream of tear down my cheek.

I sat on the floor, my back leaning on the bed. I hugged my knees and buried my face on it. My body was numb, and quivering. My head was getting fuzzier but I'm doing my best not to let it take its toll on me.

My stomach was aching too-- because of the heat, the stress, and the lack of oxygen still. It ached so much that I could feel being on the verge of passing out again.

My eyes were heavy.. heavier rather. I was fighting against my eyes from closing shut. I didn't want to pass out. I didn't want to close my eyes. But it was difficult.

On cue, as my drowsiness won my body over, in time that my eyelids had shut, the door that I was trying to open earlier finally slammed open.

With weary eyes, and a heavy breathing, I gazed at the doorway. There was a blurry image of a man coming in. I couldn't quite take in his appearance because my puffy eyeballs were too exhausted to process his image.

I stood up, trying to balance my shaking weak feet.

Am I saved? I couldn't help not to smile at the thought.

But something tells me this man is no knight in shining armor.

And I was right.

Swiftly, the man pushed me to the bed. I dropped my back on the bed lightly. I was left staring at the ceiling, but immediately snapped from spacing out.

I was about to force myself up, but was stopped when the man hovered on top of me. He pinned me to the bed, gripping unto my wrists tightly that it hurt.

I tried squirming to break free. I was jerking and moving my legs and feet to kick him off me, even though I know to myself it wouldn't work. He was way stronger, especially when I have been weary since I woke up in this place.

"Get off me!" I wailed as I struggled to shove him away. He was forcing his lips on my neck and I couldn't stop letting out a scream when he successfully did. I could feel his lips on my neck. I was wriggling my body free, but he kept on doing what he was doing.

"Stop. Please," I cried. I could sense the baby inside me isn't pleased at all. While I was exerting effort to kick this man away from, the baby was kicking his way out of my belly. Well, it's what it felt like.

Tears exploded from my eyes as I pleaded for him to stop. I screamed, I growled, I yelled, all while letting my tears do their thing.

The guy began ripping my clothes apart. I was scared. Very scared. My stomach has already started bloating because of my baby's growing stage. I had a wishful glint of hope that this guy takes pity on pregnant girls.

I continued to move myself free. I continued to scream, as if it would help me right now. It was the only thing I thought is probable to do.

Until an expected thing happened.