Emily's pov - 2 months later
Panting, I threw up all the contents of my stomach into the toilet: the sour taste in my mouth caused another retching, and that vicious circle fed itself for a while until I had nothing left to puke. The gagging subsided and I let myself fall against the tiled wall, letting out a sigh of relief as the ceramic cooled my sweaty skin.
The baby moved a little inside me, softly touching the walls of the womb as if to make sure I was okay. I gently stroked my belly and felt him calm down.
I'd been living trapped in that mansion for two months now - and for two months Adeline and her two sisters, Giselle and Dorcas, had been feasting on my powers. For two hours each day, those three witches tied me to the bed with tentacles of smoke and enjoyed absorbing my pow
