038. Malevolence.
Cordelia winced in pain as another contraction squeezed through her. It was only a matter of time before the pain got to be too much and she started screaming, or they came to give her another meal and found her crouched on the ground in agony about to deliver.
She wanted to keep them away for as long as possible. She'd known all along that she wouldn't be able to keep her precious child once it was born, but that didn't mean that she had to calmly accept their removal of her child from her.
Her eyes were raised heavenward and she prayed to whatever god might be listening that she would somehow be able to keep her child, as impossible as she knew that was right now. She closed her eyes in desperation another contraction rippling through her. A whimper escapes from between her lips, but she clamps her teeth down tightly not allowing any further sound to be released.
Please, please, is her silent, directionless prayer. Please let me keep my child.
Her hopes are shattered when only moments later the door to her cell is flung open. The Marquis' men march in quickly assessing the situation.
"Go inform the Marquis." She heard racing footsteps to obey the command.
Cordelia looked up. Two men were standing over her with menacing grins. Roughly the grabbed her by her armpits and dragged her to her feet.
She stumbled, hardly able to stand from the pain, even with a man on either side of her. Their hands dug into her armpits again and she was practically dragged from the room.
The diabolical plans of the man whom had forced his child upon her came to their fruition in a dark room, where Cordelia was strapped by her ankles and wrists to an altar like structure.
The air was full of malicious chuckles as she struggled through giving birth. The pain was practically unbearable, but there was nothing she could do but bear it. They weren't going to ease her pain in any way and if she wanted to survive, she must struggle on through the pain.
Her body ached and was close to giving out when the cry of a child filled the air.
Cordelia smiled, her baby was alive, before she fainted from exhaustion.
She awoke to discover just how truly devious the Marquis was. She'd expected that she'd have been placed back in the cell where he'd mistreated her for so long, but she was in a clean white room, in a bed.
Shakily Cordelia sat up, trying to learn from her surroundings just where the Marquis had trapped her now. She leaned up against the pillow at her back, wincing at the ache in her muscles. It shouldn't have hurt so much simply to ever herself upwards.
The room is eerily quiet and still around her. There isn't another soul in sight. She shivers at the lack of humanity in this place. Somehow she'll get out, and somehow she'll rescue her baby.
The first thing to do will be to contact Brian; he'll have some way to get me out this place. Cordelia thought desperately. She hoped he would help her, hoped that he didn't think she was dead, or worse off cavorting through the world without him.
Cordelia clenched her fists determined. She wasn't going to let the Marquis rule her life anymore, and somehow she'd find a way to free her baby as well.