My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 293

The hired guns violently dragged me out of the car, not giving a hoot that I was pregnant and in labor.

Shoving me into their car, they gagged me and tied my hands and feet up before starting the car.

I didn't have the chance to say anything. While some of the men tied me up, the others poured gasoline

on the car that I left the villa in, and they set it on fire. I couldn't believe what I saw. The bodyguard that

Hendrix had assigned to me was still in the car, and these men just killed him without batting an

eyelash.

At this moment, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me. I was horrified and distrustful, frightened by

what I had witnessed. If they could kill the bodyguard just like that, undoubtedly, they could have easily

killed me too.

By then, the contractions had gotten so frequent and excruciating to the point where I was drenched in

sweat. I could feel the tearing as it happened. The baby was ready to come out and meet the world, but

my legs were tied together.

The water had broken, soaking the entire skirt

of my dress.

I struggled to break through the rope that tied my legs together, wanting to be able to part my legs to

give birth to my baby. However, the rope remained tight around my ankles no matter how hard I tried.

Instead, I chafed my ankles.

It was said that a mother and her child were connected on a cellular level. I could feel that the baby

was gasping for air as I gradually lost the amniotic fluid at an alarming speed.

I knew that if I couldn't bring the baby to the world before the amniotic fluid completely ran out, he

would die of suffocation.

He would be the stillborn baby that died from the lack of oxygen.

I felt miserably just by thinking about it, and I was desperately determined to give birth to him. I trusted

myself to be strong- willed enough to do it even though I wasn't in the appropriate place.

After a few more tries, I managed to move the rope a couple inches down, but I could barely spread my

knees. However, since it was probable to free myself, I continued to wiggle my legs free.

As I was trying, the moving car suddenly stopped. Two men in black opened the door and heaved me

out of the car. All the while, I couldn't say a word because I was gagged.

They put me into a warehouse, which seemed to have been cleaned up in advance. It didn't look as

messy as it should be.

"Chief, it seems that she is going to give birth. Are we going to take care of her now or what?" asked

one of the men in black.

"Wait," another man answered. "The client said that she's no use after eight. Judging by her current

state, she won't be able to live until that time anyway."

As he finished his sentence, the first man's cell phone rang. The man took a look at it and glanced at

the chief, "Chief, it's the client."

"Pick it up!" the chief said.

Then, the man answered the call. The caller said something, and he tentatively replied, "Isn't it too

callous, Madam Law-"

The client seemed to interject him with an affirmative answer. After the man hung up the phone, he

looked at the chief and said, "The client said to keep her legs tied together to prevent the child from

coming out. Once the amniotic sac is drained of fluid, the baby will suffocate to death."

Even the chief was bewildered to hear this. He couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this too inhuman? The baby

looks like he's ready to be bom." "The client said she'll double the pay. We just need to keep her tied up

and leave her here. Let her fate decide if she'll survive this."

After a brief discussion, the two decided to tighten the rope on my legs. While they were doing that, I

kept shaking my head and begged for them to free me in silence.

The intervening pain I felt in my lower abdomen was equivalent to being stabbed by tens of thousands

of needles over and over again. Since I was gagged, I could only make whining sounds.

Ignoring me, the two men did everything and drove away.

I was left in the dark warehouse alone with the throbbing labor pain and my baby who was working

hard to come out.

I tried several times to loosen the ties on my legs, but the two men were too strong. The knots were so Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

tight that I made no progression at all.