Page 3 of Forged in Flames (Made of Steel 2)

Everything about him was twisted.

"You're staying here. And if you don't want my kids, fine. Let's just make it easier on you, shall we?" He pulled a knife out of his pocket.

Get off of me!

Pure evil. There were no other words to describe the look on his face.

"I would never want someone like you to bear my children anyway."

I clawed at the hand over my mouth.

"You're worthless."

He slid his hand up higher, blocking the air from entering my nose too.

"You're weak."

I couldn't breathe. I kicked his shin, but it just made him press his body more firmly against me. He was hard. He got off on hurting me. I was suffocating. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to kick the back of his knees.

He smiled, not moving an inch. "You're pathetic."

I reached my hand out and tried to grab his throat. But I was worthless. I was weak. I was pathetic. He didn't even flinch at my touch.

"You're just lucky that you're attractive, because it's the only thing you've got going, doll."

I felt the knife slice into my stomach. The pain was blinding. My hope. My purpose. I could feel the life slipping out of me. I was suffocating. But I wasn't worried about myself. He was killing my baby. I couldn't breathe. The pain in my lun

gs was worse than the pain in my stomach. I tried to scream, but the sounds were muffled.

"Now we don't have to worry about any more accidents."

I bit down on his hand with the remaining strength I had. And I tasted blood. I smelled blood. I just didn't know if it was his or mine.

"Fucking bitch!" He shoved me off the wall.

I caught the railing as I took a huge gulp of air. I had to get away from him. This was my only chance. I started to run down the stairs, but his hands gripped my hair, pulling my face back until my eyes met his. The flames in his eyes burned even brighter.

"I'll give you a five second head start." He shoved me hard down the stairs.

"Help me!" I screamed into the silent night as I fell to my knees, my hands landing in the snow. "Someone help me!" I cried. The fog from my breath curled up in front of me. No one was coming to my rescue. No one could hear my screams. Get up. My body wouldn't listen to me. I moved my right hand to touch my stomach. I felt the warmth of blood. I felt the life seeping out of me. Get up! I placed my hand back on the ground.

"It's okay," I whispered into the still night. "I'll take care of you. I'll always take care of you."

My legs shook as I got back to my feet. I placed my hand back on my stomach. The front of my jacket was completely soaked in blood. We're okay. But I felt dizzy. I tried to run, but instead I stumbled forward.

"Five," Don said somewhere behind me.

"Stay away from me," I choked. I was so dizzy.

"Or what?" He grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.

My hand slid back to my bloody stomach. I could barely keep my eyes open. Every ounce of life had been drained out of me. We're not okay. I couldn't protect you. I knew the baby was gone, just like I knew it had been there in the first place. I could feel it. No. That was the problem. I couldn't feel it anymore.

"Or what?!" Don spat.

I saw my bloody handprint in the freshly fallen snow as Don shoved me back to the ground. I was everything he had said. Worthless. Weak. Pathetic. I watched the snow slowly fall on top of my bloody handprint. All I could hear in the silent night was the sound of his zipper. My familiar sob as he grabbed my hips. And his grunting.

Or what? My tears seemed to freeze on my cheeks. I'm going to fucking kill you. I'm going to take everything from you, just like you did to me. And then I'm going to end your life.

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