Mr. Monroe stood at the top of the stairs and looked down upon me in disgust. I was still naked and soaking wet from the shower. I quickly looked away from him and I covered my mouth with one hand while the other clench my flat stomach, a familiar feeling of nausea washed over me.
No not now, He cant find out! I screamed in my head.
This cant be happening now! I haven't thought of a valid reason to give him as to why I'm sick without spilling the truth.
But it was too late, He knew.
He pieced my symptoms together and found out that I was pregnant, I don't know how much more I can take, He treated me better when I was pregnant. After I'd thrown up at the bottom of the stairs he decided to end my punishment and allowed me to come back upstairs, I'd showered on my own in the small bathroom that was connected to my small room upstairs. I was sitting upright in my familiar and comfortable bed, The bed felt amazing, it embraced my body and caressed my aching body, my bruises stood out amongst the white downy comforter but I didn't care.
Quiet footsteps wandered the hallway outside of the bedroom door, quiet sounds made from the tiniest of feet. My breath caught in my throat and my heart raced as I threw the comforter off of my body and bolted for the locked bedroom door.
I eagerly placed my ear to the door and stopped breathing in hopes that I could hear her more, he had let her out to play in the hall, he was teasing me and making me hopeful. My hands became shaky and I gulped at the realization that he had full control over her, I'd kill him if he layed a finger on my innocent daughter. My motherly instincts and the wolf in me grew enraged. She was my child and he was keeping her from me! my only child that I gave birth to while in captivity. He allowed me to name her, and lets me see her when I don't disobey him and I'm good.
Her footsteps faded as I could hear him lifting her up and taking her into the living room to play with her toys. Tears ran down my cheeks as he took her away, I looked around the room and glanced at my surroundings. The room held a single bed, an end table, a rocking chair, and a closet full of clothes that he had picked out for me.
I looked down at my flat stomach, I'm not very far along but it wont take long before I start showing. I touched my stomach and traced the lines from my faint stretchmark's from my previous pregnancy, I looked at the door quickly and frowned.
I need to get her away from him. I thought to myself, but how.
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