I have no idea what is going on around me but when I open my eyes, I can't move my hands nor my legs even if I'm not tied with anything. It is so freaking suffocating that I could die.
I looked up toward the ceiling but it seemed as if I'm inside an operation theater.
I tried to speak. I tried to speak for so long but it felt as if someone glued my lips together to make me unable to speak.
I looked around when I finally saw Liam.
He came near me.
He caressed my head and said, "Don't worry. I know you too want to get rid of this trash so I will do it really quick. It won't even hurt. Be a good girl and it will be over."
I resisted. I hate the touch the most.
I want to punch his face. I want to kick his crotch. I want to see him in more fucking pain then I'm in. But I'm not in the position to bargain. It is something I never thought would happen to me. I want to kill myself before I could see my child's blood appearance before me.
