75 - Living In Hell

"I knew it. You deserved to be killed before you took everything from me!"

Estella was out of her mind.

Her defeat in the argument with me was enough to embolden her to swing the long sword, pointing it at me. Her face was already like that of a madman, looking like she was completely devastated by what I said last time.

"You're dead now, Isabelle!" With both hands, she had prepared to swing her sword at me indiscriminately.

Her movements were predictable, but that didn't mean I could avoid them. My stomach was still cramping from the inhumane kick she had delivered to my belly. It feels like if I move even a little, then my baby could get hurt.

'But that crazy Omega is going to kill me if I don't move from here!' panicked my inner voice that could only scream inside.

My eyes were already closed, and these two hands were the only shield I had to protect the baby inside my stomach. The rest? I just hoped that God would send down some of his miracles to us.

A second, even five full seco