Hell - Part II

After I was dragged through that awful room, I was dragged through a corridor and into a backroom. The walls and floor and ceiling were painted white. They untied and degagged me, then tore off all my clothes, and shoved me into the room. They slammed the door behind me, and I could hear them locking various bolts. No use to try and kick it down, I suppose. I took a better look at my surroundings. The whiteness of the room didn't do anything to hide all the filth. There was a chamber pot, and several black mats on the floor. There was one tiny window, and it was painted black. The only light in the room came from the dim, uncovered lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.

Then I saw her. She was whimpering in the corner, huddled up into the fetal position. She had beautiful, but greasy brown hair that reached her elbows. Her sad gray eyes were filled with pure hatred. And she was heavily pregnant. If she hadn't been subject to hell, I know she would have been beautiful.

"Hello" I said.

No answer. She stared blankly at me, and then looked away.

"Please?" I asked, not expecting much.

"They're going to take my baby and kill me" she said, with such hate, and such anger. She seemed like she was about to cry, but I could tell all her tears had run dry. I knew she didn't want to talk, so I did something I can't remember doing: I hugged her. I hugged her for a long time. I grew tired, and I fell asleep like that. I woke up to her screaming.

"GET THIS MOTHEREFFING THING OUT OF ME. THIS IS TORTURE!"

I suppose they heard her, because the next thing I knew, they were in the room. They sedated her, and appeared to be sleeping. They grabbed some tools and cut her stomach open, and pulled out the child. It was a boy. I was about to puke, but I was worried of being punished, so I swallowed it. They didn't bother to sew her back up, and they left.

She never woke up.