His Rose

Hostage

Rose's POV

{Trigger warning!!!}

I wake up to darkness. I'm sitting in a very uncomfortable wooden chair. My hands and ankles are tied to the chair. I'm panicking.

The one time I should've thought about karate classes... I failed.

"Well, well ,well. Finally awake huh?" A man says, coming from my right... but behind me. I think.

I try to speak but realize my mouth is taped shut.

Shit!

A light turns on above me. I wince from the sudden change in lighting.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" He says, circling me.

I internally roll my eyes.

"Such a pretty little girl." He says, getting very close to my face.

I'm a grown ass woman.

"I've heard about that little baby of yours. News travels fast when you've got spies." He says smirking.

"Now, that little baby you thought you were going to have with him," He stops, getting as close to my face as he could. "No more."

As those words left his mouth, my heart shattered. What did he do to my baby... My baby can't be gone. We were so close to exiting the first trimester. The miscarriage possibility percentage would've depleted significantly.

Did he kill my baby?

Tears spring to my eyes as I see blood streaming from shorts and all over the chair. I begin to cry. I sob as I realize my baby is really gone. He killed my baby... How? I don't know. But he did it.

He groans in annoyance and knocks me out.

***

I wake up, my head throbbing and the blood on the chair dried up and smelly...

It wasn't a dream...

Sandro, wherever you are, please come find me. I'm scared, and cold, and in pain. Physical and emotional pain. I miss you, I miss your gentle but possessive hugs. I miss your smell. I miss your morning kisses and goodnight kisses. I miss seeing your face. I miss movie nights with you. I miss you picking me up from college and you ranting about your day and how stupid people can be. I love you Sandro. And if this is my goodbye, I really fucking hope I'm telepathic.

After a few moments I hear the a door open.

The man walks in and rips the duct tape off my mouth. He feeds me a piece of a burger. I spit it out in disgust.

"I am not eating that." I say to him.

"Yes the fuck you are!" He says shoving another piece in my mouth.

I spit it out again.

"I'm vegetarian dumbass. I'm not eating that bull shit." I say in annoyance.

"Well then I guess you don't eat." He says getting up and walking away.

"Oh boo hoo." I say rolling my eyes.
I'd rather starve than get explosive diarrhea from eating meat for the first time in 5 years.

I hear the door shut. Then lock.

I get tired of staring at nothing, so I fall asleep.
Being held hostage sucks.

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