Maya was the assistant Carlos had hired at a high price and he once said the business needed someone to handle it, that violence wouldn’t last and he wanted to free me and the child from worry.
Yet I never thought that in only eight months, Carlos would turn away from me and the child for her.
The men advanced with iron bars and Maya, terrified, fell to the ground behind Carlos while clutching his sleeve.
“Carlos, help me! Hannah wants to kill me…”
The bar came down and her screams of pain echoed through the room.
Carlos finally moved; though bound, he suddenly stood and grabbed the iron bar with one hand.
“Enough, Hannah! Can’t you see she’s only a foolish girl? You’re still pregnant, yet you’re shouting and lashing out like a killer!”
I sneered inside, because he hadn’t remembered I was pregnant when he lured me into this kidnapping, yet now he suddenly remembered when it came to Maya.
“Don’t you have anything to say?”
The sound of blood dripping from the knife’s tip mixed with my rough breaths against the floor.