2.60 CAROLINE

When I get out of the shower, I take a moment and stare at myself in the mirror.

Long, blonde hair.

Small freckles across my face.

Green eyes.

Full lips.

My eyes glide down my face to stare down my body.

They settle on my belly.

Turning in the mirror, I take note of the small bump that I’m sporting.

Fuck.

I still cannot believe that I’m actually pregnant.

I think back to when I had been kidnapped a few years ago.

While they held me hostage, the men had made several comments that made it clear that they would, eventually, do more than just torture me.

They had promised to eventually assault me.

To put a kid in me, one of them had said.

Even after the whole situation, the idea of having a kid terrified me.

Because every time I thought about having a kid, I would think about what they did to me, about what they wanted to do to me.

I had always wanted to be a mother before I was kidnapped.

But those men took those wants from me.

They took so fucking much from me.

Lookin