Page 132 of Devilish Ink

Horror filled my mouth with bitterness. That was a fate worse than death.

I would kill him before I let him hurt my little baby.

I tugged at my restraints, trying to slip my hand out. That knife was by the bedside. I just have to get one hand free.

“If she was a girl, I’d name her after you,” Balor said, distracted by a wall of whips and clamps. “Little Baby Ry.”

I tugged at the rope, wincing as it scraped my skin. I was almost free.

“Of course, she would have some of another man’s DNA in her,” Balor said, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he batted a sex swing around like a cat playing with a toy. “Already tainted. Already filthy.”

Balor picked up something heavy and metallic.

“New plan,” he said, creeping toward me. “I kill your baby. And replace his seed with my own. I make something that is truly all mine.”

“No,” I cried, tugging harder at my wrist, my fingers screaming as the rope squeezed them so hard they felt like they were going to break. “You bastard. You disgusting animal.”

“Darling, you wound me.”

Balor crawled onto the bed and straddled me.

“Remember this?” Balor snarled.

He dangled something metallic above my face.

I saw flashes of Balor’s face. Younger. Contorted and red with uncontrollable anger. I felt my fingertips on a cold metal floor,grasping for something hard. I heard a crack against bone like thunder from my memory.

It was the butt plug I’d hit him over the head with.

He’d never forgotten that. Never been able to move past it. I’d embarrassed him. Thwarted him. Hurt him back. He was going to make me pay for that.

He was going to have his nasty fun with me.

Then he was going to kill me.

He lifted the butt plug high over his head with both arms.

“We’re just going to have to hope you survive the miscarriage.”

Balor swung violently down at me.

My hand came loose from the ropes. I curled in on myself on my side to protect my baby. When the metal collided with my ribs, I heard a sickening crack.

“Such fight in this one.” Balor chuckled. “Not that it’s going to help you.”

He yanked my left arm away from where I’d wrapped it protectively around my baby and pressed it out to the side.

I fought against him so hard I thought my shoulder would dislocate. But it was no use. He was too strong and he was using his weight to pin my arm down.

He lifted his metal weapon again.

“Goodbye, baby Ry.”

RY

It felt like forever, behind my squeezed lids, as I waited for the metal plug to descend. As I waited for the pain to erupt in my belly.

Despite how much I fought, I was pinned down, the most vulnerable part of me exposed. The scream tearing from my lungs felt like an exorcism, as if the horror of what was about to happen ripped forth from me like a wraith.

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