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Light streams in from a small space in the falling bricks of this building.

This drug must not be good for her or the baby right now. She needs to fucking eat and drink something. I rock in my chair, trying to get even a centimeter closer to her.

I cried for the first time in years at the sight of her. The sight of my baby in her. She looks so fucking perfect. Her face glows, her hair is longer and even shinier than before.

She’s with my child, and I can’t do anything to save her. I almost got out, but some fucker had to take a piss, so now there’s a camera pointed at my hand restraints in case I try to undo them again. I’ve never felt so fucking helpless. This life is going to fucking kill her. I can’t lose her. I’ll do anything to keep her.

I have no idea how long I’ve been in here, but I know it’s been months. They had me in Italy for a few days, I think, before I was drugged and woke up in a totally different place, which I now know is close to New York, or at least the Manor. Her belly was nowhere near this big when I got on that plane. Her face glowed, yes, but she always glows in my eyes.

I never thought she would be pregnant. She always looked the same in her weight, other than when she would go without eating. The regular food supply has helped her and the baby grow while I’ve been gone.

Every morning when I come to, someone comes in and tries to pull information out of me, and when I don’t talk, they beat me over and over. They’ve added new cuts to my collections. They feed me slop to make sure I’m still slightly strong and don’t pass out so easily.

The door slams open. Speak of the devil, and they shall appear. The same burly man I’ve come to know as Theo waltzes through the door, stopping at Penelope. His eyes linger on her boobs, lust swirling in his black eyes, which is quickly covered in disgust when his eyes drop to her belly. “Don’t hurt her,” I plead, weakness seeping through every one of my pores.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to her,” he barks, his face growing dark as he looks at me.

His hand traces over her collarbone, the scar that runs the length of her neck looking like she tried to cut her neck open. I’ll need to make sure that wasn’t from her. I pray to a God I don’t believe in, praying she hasn’t harmed herself. His hand moves further down, fingers tracing the curve of her full breasts that have grown a lot since I last saw her.

“She’s a pretty one, you know. Too bad she’s tainted with a baby.” I bite my tongue, getting the feeling he doesn’t know the baby is mine. I don’t want him hurting her because of my baby.

Fuck. I can’t do anything to protect her, and it’s killing me. I’m forced to sit here and watch him touch her.

He turns to me, his eyes glazing over. “So, would you like to talk now? Or should I take that pretty pussy for a ride?” Panic sparks at his words. Fuck, I’m going to have to spill secrets. They can’t hurt her. “Where’s Viktor?” He walks behind her, his hand kneading her breast, and my anger flares.

“I don’t know,” I bite, the answer being partly true. Is he at the Manor? Or his home? Or the base in Chicago? I don’t know.

“Wrong answer.” He bends down to her hands, undoing the binds. FUCK.

“432 Park Avenue, PH95,” I blurt, giving them the address to my penthouse.

He grins, but doesn’t answer. “New York?” I nod my head stiffly. He still doesn’t move from her binds.

“I told you what you want to know, now get away from her,” I growl. He chuckles, echoing in the room.

“I think I’m still going to take this pussy for a ride. I bet it’s tight and so fucking warm from the heat radiating off her skin.” Her skin shouldn’t be hot to the touch. Fuck. She might have a fever. That could kill the baby if it goes untreated.

Every scenario to escape runs through my head. If he gets close enough to my back, I can try to grab the knife on his hip and cut the ropes holding my hands together.

Once he’s done with her hands, he stands and rounds to her feet, squatting to undo those. Fuck, come on, baby, please wake up. Use some of that fire I know you have and get him the fuck off you. Her being pregnant, I know she can’t defend herself, and I know my pleas are worthless.

He lifts her out of the chair, her dangling in his arms like a rag doll, her belly hitting hard against him, and I roar out. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER! LET HER GO!” He looks over at me and smirks before carrying her to a little cot behind me that I didn’t even know was there.

Once she’s flat on the bed, he comes over to me, turning my chair around so I’m forced to watch him. He walks back over to her, pulling her sweatpants to her ankles. She wasn’t wearing underwear. He mutters something under his breath before rubbing his hands all over her thighs, way too close to her center.

Right as he hooks his thumbs in his pants, ready to pull them down, the building shakes with such force that crumbs fall from the ceiling.

Panic surges through me as the man runs towards the door, gun in his hand. He shuts it behind him, and I move, using all my strength to scoot the chair to her. Once I’m in front of her, I try to shield her as much as I can with all my limbs tied.

Her leg twitches when my legs surround her. “Moss? Baby, are you awake?” She groans, her back arching slightly, and my eyes flick to her core. So fucking beautiful. I know now’s not the time, but God, I can’t wait to feast on her.

I can’t see her face over my baby. In a second, her head lifts, her mossy eyes searching mine over her belly.

“Fuck baby. Can you sit up? This might be our only chance to get the fuck out of here.” At my words, she slightly perks up, using all her strength to lean up. Tears well in her eyes at the sight of her pants down.

“Did they-”

“No,” I growl. “They almost did, and I felt so helpless.” My voice drops low, feeling ashamed.