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Chapter 8: Pregnancy

My vision blurred and my stomach got queasy as his fingers left my body and he moved his hands on my hips, holding onto me while I'm still bent over, I grip the edges of the tub and close my eyes tightly. I felt something hard and fleshy press between my legs and work its way to my opening, he pushed himself in me and started thrusting. I couldn't help but moan as his girth explored my insides, I use one hand to cover my mouth to stifle the moans, he was thrusting inside me hard while holding my hips with both of his hands. my breasts smacked into my body repeatedly as he rocked my body against his.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore, my body no longer listened to me, nausea flooded through my body making me loose all strength in my legs and I started to fall to my hands and knees which forced him out of me. That didn't make him happy, he forced himself back in me and held my hair pulling my head back making my back arch into him. The shower head pumping water over our bodies as he took a final thrust into me and pumped his seed deep into my womb. My eyes teared up as he released me and let me fall to the floor of the tub. My dark hair clung over my shoulders and floated in the water below me. The pressure started in my stomach built and worked it's way through my entire body making me quiver. I began dry heaving while my elbows propped me up, time seemed to stand still while the pressure built from my stomach and the vile spew from my mouth and mixed with the water. The water running down my face masked my tears as I watched the vomit seep down the drain.

He forcefully grabbed me by my arm pits and forced me on my feet. He had a look of disgust on his face as his mouth was fixed in a grim line. When I was on my feet he grabbed my soaking wet hair by the roots and yanked my head back. I could almost hear my neck crack at the motion and my eyes teared up from the pain that shot down my spine. He threw me out of the bathroom and onto the hallway floor. I needed him to think that I'm simply sick.

He forced me through the trap door and he aggressively pushed me down the old wooden stairs that led to my small prison. A moment of horror fled through my body as he pushed me forward, I tried to grab on to something but it was too late, It felt like every inch of my body had made contact with the steps as I tumbled down the stairs. I used my arms to cover my healing face that was still somewhat busted open from the night before. Covering my face didn't help prevent the awful skull cracking noise that vibrated in my head when it came into contact with one of the steps. I landed on the cold hard concrete with a thud and uncovered my face, The room seemed to spin around me as I held my aching head. I was at the very bottom of the basement at the bottom of the trap door, the door to my small prison lie open to my right.

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