Layla and Levi Smiths Corner Two
£20.00
It was useless. He didn’t even pause, my pleas falling on deaf ears. Pain lanced through my shoulder as I was jerked up the steps, and he threw open the door. The stench of death filled the muggy night air. “Get in,” he grunted more than spoke while he flung me forward into the bleak cabin.
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The hand holding my arm tightened painfully as I was dragged over the rocky ground. The sounds in the woods appeared amplified by the darkness. I tried to struggle, but nothing made him stop. The cabin loomed in front of us, and my heart took flight at what he was going to do next. “Please, I’ll be good. I won’t say nothin’. Don’t do this. Don’t leave me here.” My anguish increased when the next contraction stole the words from my mouth, and I gritted my teeth to keep the cry in.
It was useless. He didn’t even pause, my pleas falling on deaf ears. Pain lanced through my shoulder as I was jerked up the steps, and he threw open the door. The stench of death filled the muggy night air. “Get in,” he grunted more than spoke while he flung me forward into the bleak cabin.
When I caught my breath, I sobbed, “Don’t do this. Delilah needs me. I need a hospital.” It was useless. In my heart, I knew it was, but I couldn’t prevent the words from falling from my lips.
“You need nothin’. Push the thing out, and I’ll be back when you’re done.” There was no emotion as he stared down at me. His face caught the moonlight, revealing an evil smile. “Don’t cha worry ‘bout Delilah. I’ll take good care of her.”
