“Please, Carlo,” I pleaded.
“Shhh, baby.” He placed his hand on my forehead. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
The strange man handed Carlo what looked like four tablets and a pair of gloves. Carlo tossed the plastic gloves to the floor. “I’ve been inside that pussy more times than I can count. I don’t need gloves doctor.”
The man nodded then stepped back. Carlo looked at me. “This is a doctor, by the way. I don’t want to risk anything happening to you, so he’ll be here to make sure everything goes as planned.”
Tears streamed down my face. “Please don’t do this.”
Carlo dragged his fingers down my body, and it literally ached everywhere he touched. He sat down next to my legs and slowly started to wind up the rag. “It’s actually amazing if you think about it.” He continued to move the fabric up my legs. “They say humans are powerless when it comes to God, yet we have the power to take away the life he placed inside you with just four little tablets.”
I tried to sit up, tried to see what he was doing. But I couldn’t.
“Carlo, please, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll stay with you, I promise. Just don’t do this.”
As if he didn’t hear me, he continued, “Once I put these inside you, your cervix will soften and your body will expel the pregnancy.”
“Oh God!” I screamed, trying to pull free from the restraints.
“It will take a few hours, but it’s not like you have anywhere to go, right?” He smirked. “Vico, could you give me a hand?”
I tried to force my legs closed, pulling and tugging, going completely crazy on the bed. Vico forced my legs down, keeping them spread and still.
“Please!” I screamed. “God, please!”
“It will all be over soon.” And then I felt a finger prod at my entrance.
“No!” I cried. I cried so hard, my spine wanted to break in half. As his finger entered me, I pushed. I tried to push it out of me, and the warmth of my own urine spread beneath my thighs. “Stop. Please stop!”
“Oh, Tatum. You pissed yourself. Such a dirty girl.” He pushed his finger all the way inside me, and I screamed as I refused to stop fighting. My head jerked from side to side, and I forced my body to move. Anything just to make them stop.
Carlo stood up and placed his hand on my stomach, pushing me down, forcing me to keep still. His finger slipped out, and within two seconds, it was back inside me. It hurt. He pushed so deep into me, it fucking hurt.
And then his hand was gone the same time Vico let go of my legs. I kept on screaming, pushing, trying to force out whatever it was he pushed inside me.
“Stop fighting it, Tatum. It’s done. There’s nothing you can do now.” Carlo stood next to me, trying to wipe away some hair that stuck to my face. But I jerked like a wild fucking animal, feral and insane.
“Fuck you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs while tears streamed down my face. “Fuck you!”
Carlo gestured toward the doctor, and he stepped up, holding a syringe.
“What is that?” I demanded.
“It’s just something for the pain. It’ll calm you down as well.” Carlo replied, his voice soft, almost compassionate.
I didn’t even feel the needle, I was too busy screaming and crying. The pain felt like my chest had been ripped wide open. My heart was bleeding, dripping onto my spine while my soul was being torn to shreds.My baby. My baby.
Jesus, please, my baby.
I wanted to wrap my arms around my waist. I wanted to at least try to protect my baby. But it was no use. The poison was inside me, and it was already killing my baby, killing me.
I started to feel woozy, my head, my mind, everything fogging up. It felt surreal, like nothing more than a bad dream. Further and further my mind drifted.
“Please don’t hurt my baby.” I could barely hear myself.
There was a subtle touch on my cheek. “Soon it will all be over.”
And then…my soul died.