Page 125 of Midnight Sanctuary

He slams the door in my face and I’m left lying in place, shaking with fear and panic. “D-don’t worry,” I stammer desperately as my hands drift to my stomach, wrists still raw and burning from where they cuffed me to the gurney. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you both safe.”

It’s not Ziva that needs me. It’s my children.

But just like before, just like with my sister…

I’m making promises I can’t keep.

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ALYSSA

Three words wake me up sometime later from that not-quite-sleeping daze I’m living in. “Ready the Pitocin.”

I can’t even fight back because my arms and legs are in restraints once again, lashing me to the bed like I’m a patient in a psych ward.

“What’s that?” I cry out as the black-haired nurse pulls out an injection syringe. “What’s that…? Stop… You can’t do this… please…”

She gives me a cruel smile accompanied by another of those winks that feel even crueler. “This’ll go a lot easier if you stop struggling. Otherwise—” She holds up the big needle and squeezes a little so that a few drops of liquid spurt out. “—it might hurt.”

“No, no, no…” My eyes fly to the asshole doctor I used to trust. “Dr. Grigory,please.Don’t do this! Don’t induce. My babies aren’t ready to come out yet.”

He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t so much as glance my way as he heads for the door. “Let me know when the contractions start,” he mumbles in a barely audible monotone.

The door slams on him. “Stop!” I scream wildly. “You fucking asshole!” The black-haired bitch grabs my arm. “No! No! I won’t let you… get the fuck—ah!”

She punctures one of the veins on my arm with the needle and I can only watch in horror as she depresses the plunger and the liquid drains into my blood. When she pulls out the syringe, a spot of blood appears. Just one tiny spot of red blood, beaded up on the white skin of my arm. It looks so innocent. So feeble.

Then the pain hits.

My spine arches as white-hot heat surges through every nerve ending. I feel like I’m being burned alive from the inside out. All I can do is thrash against my restraints and wail.

The nurse looks on, unmoved.

“Hush now,” she scolds. “It doesn’t hurt that bad.” She starts to leave, but when her wrist passes close to where I can reach, I try to fumble for it.

“Please,” I beg, clutching her clammy fingers desperately. “I can help you. I-if you just help me now, I’ll help you in return.”

She looks amused now, eyebrows arched like I told a funny joke. “Really? And how are you gonna do that?”

“I can get you out of this place, away from these people. You won’t ever be forced to do anything you don’t want to do ever again. I can get you whatever you want. A job, a place to live, a new identity if that’s what you need…anything.”

She purses his lips and kneels down so she’s eye-level with me, her nose ring catching the light. Her clammy fingers are intertwined with my own now and when she starts to speak, it takes me a second to realize that the tenderness in her voice doesn’t match the violence of her words at all. “Sweetheart… when you sayyoucan get me these things, you’re not really talking about yourself, are you?”

I gawk, mouth open, but I can’t respond. Something’s coming. Something’s happening to my body. I feel like my insides are cracking open.

Is that a contraction? Or are they killing me slowly?

“D-does it matter?”

She smirks and grazes my cheek with soft fingers. “I’m afraid it does. Your power comes from a powerful friend in your corner.” Those fingers harden and she starts to squeeze the hell out of my face, smushing it into a grotesque mask. “Well, I already have a powerful friend in my corner. And he wants us to rip you open and take out the two little rats in your belly.” Letting go of my face, she rises up to her full height. From this angle, she looks inhuman. Completely alien and remorseless.

My stomach cramps tight. I scream.

The black-haired nurse casts an eye over to the monitors and smiles thinly. “Won’t be long now,” she says to me. She turns to someone I can’t see and adds, “Tell them that the contractions have started.”

“No!Fuck you, you fuckingbitch!”

“Wow,” she remarks, sneering at me. “The girl scout’s got a sailor’s mouth on her. Wonder how long that’ll last when they cut you open.”

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