Dottie ran her hands over Angie's belly. She was gentle, patting Angie occasionally. There was a curious look on her face. If it wasn't for the handcuffs, it would seem as if she was genuinely concerned about Angie baby. For all Angie knew, maybe she was. Angie was trying to hold back her trembling as Dottie did this. Dottie's finger felt Angie's skin, pressing down with barely any force at all. Finally she looked up and made eye contact with Angie. "Do you want a boy or a girl?"

Angie bit her lip and took a while to respond. "I don't care. As long as it's healthy."

"Really?" said Dottie, raising an eyebrow. "You don't care at all?"

Angie's heart pounded. "I guess maybe I would rather have a girl. That would be more familiar for me."

"Makes sense." Dottie turned her attention back to Angie's belly, continuing to stroke it. Angie looked at her face, trying to read some emotion off of it. Nothing. Just the look of someone engrossed with Angie's baby.

Don Manfredi didn't give Peggy enough time to catch her breath. Though he seemed equally worn out, so the battle was pretty much even. He threw a punch at her, which she blocked. She then followed this up with a kick to his limping leg. He knew she would do this, pulling his leg back and grabbing her's. He tripped her to the ground and proceeded to stomp on her knee. Peggy heard a cracking sound and felt a rush of pain. She retaliated by kicking Manfredi's good leg. His leg snapped and he fell to his knees.

Angie didn't know when it happened. She had been trying to keep herself together, but despite her best efforts, tears were running down her cheeks. The handcuffs prevented her from wiping them off. Dottie noticed this. "Oh don't cry now. The fun's just getting started."

Angie could see that Dottie was enjoying this, a wicked smirk forming on her face. Dottie got up and began to tug at Angie's clothes. Angie wanted to punch her so badly right now. She thought about hitting her so hard that it would smash her teeth into tiny pieces. Angie could feel a buzz of pleasure at the back of her mind. It wasn't much, but it was a light of hope that Angie could cling to.

Even with both his legs broken, Don Manfredi refused to give up. When Peggy tried to kick him with her remaining leg, he grabbed it and delivered a swift punch to her knee. She muscled through the pain and shot up. She threw a punch at him, which he blocked. Peggy wondered if he had served. He took her arm, and with a swift punch, he shattered it. Peggy threw another punch, this one making contact. Manfredi was knocked to the floor and temporarily stunned. Peggy took her chance and wrestled him to the ground.

She worked fast, trying to break his arms before he could react. This was harder than usual as one of her arms was broken. She first focused on his right hand. She guessed that was his preferred hand. She lifted the arm up and banged it against the leg of a nearby chair. It broke was a loud cracking noise. Manfredi responded with a punch to Peggy's throat. Apparently he preferred his left hand. She gasped for breath and Manfredi took this as his chance to roll her over and pin her to the ground.

Dottie stood over Angie's now naked body. In her hand she had a black bag. She opened it up. Angie's heart practically skipped a beat as Dottie put her hand in it. When she pulled out, she was holding a stethoscope. Dottie took the end and breathed softly on it. She pressed it against Angie's belly. It was still a little warm from Dottie's breath. She turned to Angie. "Don't worry. It'll only hurt a bit."

Manfredi grabbed Peggy's remaining arm and prepared to smash it Peggy struggled. She was able to get her arm partially free, but Manfredi was too strong. He prepared to ram her arm against the chair leg. Peggy gave one last tug, partially freeing her arm, but Manfredi's grip was unbreakable. However, Peggy could move her hand a bit. She grabbed Manfredi's right hand with all her might. This got Manfredi to cry out in pain and let go. Peggy delivered a punch to his stomach and wrestled herself on top of him.

With her remaining arm, she smashed his left arm against the chair leg. She smiled as she heard it crack. With her arm, she pinned him to the floor. "Now Don Manfredi, about my friend."

"What about her?" said Manfredi as he proceeded to headbutt Peggy.

Dottie listened to the stethoscope, hearing the sounds of the baby's heartbeat. After a while she looked up at Angie. "Sounds like the baby's healthy. Oh darn."

Angie squirmed. It was getting uncomfortable, or at least more uncomfortable than usual. The cuffs seemed to be getting tighter, her hands going numb. Dottie got up and walked over to Angie's clothes. She stopped briefly and turned back to Angie. She walked back over to Angie. Angie's heart was racing. Dottie leaned down and put her hand on Angie's thigh. Angie shuddered. "What are you doing?"

"I know the baby's healthy," said Dottie. "I just want to see if you're okay to deliver it."

"No!" Angie pulled so hard against the cuffs that she thought she might break them.

Dottie only laughed. "The cuffs are too strong. Stop that silly."

"You can't do that to me!" said Angie.

Dottie sighed. "Just let it happen. It'll be over soon."

"Fuck you!" said Angie.

By this point, Peggy had only one free hand. The only thing she could do was to press down on Manfredi's throat and try to choke him out. She struggled at first, refusing to go out easily. Peggy only pressed down harder, robbing him of breath. A few times it looked like he might knock her off, but she held firm. Finally the Don choked out. "Okay, I give up. How much does your friend want?"

"Finally," said Peggy as she collapsed to the floor, completely drained of energy.