“If your husband doesn't come here, I will make sure you eat your flesh,” the scary man said, leaning closer to me.
Tears streamed down my face as I wished for Damon to arrive. I had little faith he would come.
I took the phone with shivering hands, “I…I.. don't know his number.”
The monster man held my face as he dug his fingers into my skin.
"You are his wife and you don't know his number? You think I would buy that?"
"I…I.. ha..ve nev..er called him."
"Steve.. Damon contact!"
The phone finally rang, beeping twice, and then disconnected.
It was dialed again; it rang twice again and disconnected.
"Argh, Damon!!!!!!!" The big man roared as he threw the phone hard against the ground.
I jolted in shock; the man was really impatient. I was scared for myself and my unborn child. This is going to be my fate, isn't it?
"Call again!" the man yelled at the guard.
This time, after a beep, it got connected. I sighed in relief; Damon had picked up the call.
"Talk to him," the guard whispered as the other put a knife against my neck.
"Da…mon," I couldn't help but cry. I tried to hold myself together, but for some reason, I just wanted to be with Damon at this point.