He chuckled and pulled back. “Oh Benny boy,” he chuckled as his hand trailed down from my cheek to my stomach. He gave a tight squeeze and I gasped out, my whole body jolted with a need to get him off of me because he touched my stomach. “Violet, bad girl!”
I frowned and struggled beneath him, he drove his fist in my stomach. I gasped in pain and he chuckled. “Hmm, let’s see. It’s been four days since I last saw you, so about five days since you saw Benny. So he doesn’t know,” he smirked as he started to pull on my nipples.
… It’s already been a week?…
“I guess it’s sad he won’t ever see it. I have no intention of letting you leave me.”
… Wait, what was he talking about?…
Chris pulled the camera from his hands on my breasts to my teary face. “Do you even know, slut? Huh? Do you know you have a baby inside of you? Developing?”
I felt all the color drain from my face. His grin got huge as he punched my gut and I coughed, heaving out.
No. No. I couldn’t be…
… Benlyam and I never used protection…
And I held my stomach a few times, subconsciously. Was it instinctively? I have the urge to shield it from him.
… No…
A sob left my lips and Chris looked back up at me. I wasn’t crying because of the pain, I was crying because that was Benlyam’s baby. Ours.
“N-no,” I sobbed out, my voice so cracked from lack of water.
“Aw, don’t cry babykins. This is your fault, you were a bad girl! Spreading your legs for other men! Disgusting!” he shook his head and he pulled the bag up to the bed and set it beside my head.
“P-please A-alpha,” I begged. Would he pull it out of me? Could he do that? Was that even possible? I don’t want any harm to come towards my baby. He had no medical experience! He could kill me in the process, and I didn’t have a problem with that, but this was Benlyam’s baby too.
… It was Benlyam’s…
If Benlyam didn’t hate me then, he would now.
He chuckled, it was so dark and menacing.
“Don’t worry, I won’t dispose of it right away,” he stated as he filmed my crying face, “That’s not fun. I’ll wait a few months, and once it pops out, I can slice its throat and send the decapitated pup to his father in a cute little shoebox!” He zipped open his bag and dug around. “How does that sound, Benny boy? I think my fuck toy is on board with it.”
I sobbed as he pulled out a syringe.
“But, I don’t want you dying on me from famine,” he tsk-ed as he pressed the needle in my arm, I twitched. “Benny, does she make these faces around you? Such a turn-on,” he sadistically mused as he pressed the top down, injecting me. “Don’t worry slut, it’s just an insulin shot.”
I whimpered, it stung. He pulled it out of me and tossed it in the bag. I’m not sure if that’ll even help me, I had little to no medical knowledge and his didn’t extend far from mine. Maybe it did, but I honestly doubt it. He spent his years raping a child, not learning.
“This,” he started as he grabbed another syringe, “is my favorite. I used to sneak this in you all the time. Every wonder why you were never shifted?” he stuck it in me and I whimpered, “Wolfsbane.” He pushed it down and I felt myself jolt, discomfort coursing in my veins.
That’d hurt my baby! No doubt!
I trashed beneath him, my wrists digging into the rope, dragging out blood that dripped down my arm. He yanked out the needle and tossed it in the bag.
“Benny boy, look at that. She’s bleeding!” he sarcastically exclaimed as he pointed the camera towards my arms, “One of my favorite things about her, she tastes so delicious!” Chris bent down and licked the trail of blood on both my arms as I shook with disgust.
He pulled back up and dug in his bag, pulling out a knife. Then he pulled out a tall tripod and moved off of me to set it up, placing the camera in it.
“He’ll want to see this.”
Chris turned back to me and eerily grinned. He got back on top of me. He dragged the knife down my chest lightly, he wasn’t cutting.
“You remember what I wrote to you?” he asked as he pinched my nipple. “I’m so glad you knew better to hide those letters! Although it would’ve been funny to see Benny boy lose his shit about them.”
I felt him get hard and my breathing quicken in fear.
… No, please don’t pass out. Think about your child…
“He already got my first video babykins. Wonder what his thoughts were, did you know he found my letters? Found them about a day after you disappeared, less than. A decent hiding spot,” he kept running his dirty hands all over my body as I sniffled, trying to remain calm.
… I felt so weak…
… No wonder Benlyam wanted someone else…
“And I warned you every time. I practically told you when I’d get you, although I coded it, I knew you weren’t smart enough to figure them out. Weren’t smart enough to decode my messages, weren’t smart enough to find out how I took those photos. What a dumb slut!” His hand wrapped around my throat.