The Rescue

Third POV

“Will you take it yourself, or should I shove it down your throat?”

Damien’s voice was stern and unwavering. Emelia knew that no matter how much she begged, he wouldn’t go back on his word. Her hand, which rested on her stomach, was trembling violently. In that moment, she wished for death, just to make the suffering end. How could she take these pills and kill the baby inside her?

Though she didn’t know who the father was, she still cared for the child. It was the only thing keeping her clinging to her miserable life. And now, she couldn’t even hold on to that. The realization left her feeling helpless and pathetic. Who knew if Winter was even searching for her? Maybe he wasn’t, and that’s why she was still trapped with Damien.

Damien scoffed coldly. He reached forward to grab her, but she quickly dodged his grip. “I’ll… do it myself,” she whispered, taking the bottle with trembling hands. Damien handed her a glass of water from her bedside table, leaning back against the w