TW: s****l Assault.
Becca
The coolness that kissed my skin is what woke me finally. It was not just the fact that I was now only in my bra and panties but from the cold metal that traced my abdomen slowly.
“Well, it seems that you have been hiding some exciting news, Becca," Derrick said, his gaze never leaving my baby bump.
I tried to jerk my body away from this sicko and his knife, but I couldn’t move. Not even the chair budge.
“No sense in even bothering to try to escape.” Derrick said with a smug smile as he tapped the bolts in the floor that held the chair in place.
Damn it, I thought as I surveyed the room that I was being held in. It was cold and dark except for the dim yellow light from a floor lamp near the stairs. The light barely illuminated even half the room, but I
