Chapter 13 – The Child.

Riccardo opened the door. There sat Fiona on the medical table. She looked bored and frustrated.

"Are you coming my dear? Daniella has prepared a meal for us."

Fiona stood up, walking past him in silence. There was no way she was talking to him. She didn't even want to be here and she missed Hewie. Riccardo's eyes followed her as he shut the door behind them. She was so beautiful. Riccardo found himself lucky to be in the company of such beautiful women. His urges grew stronger as he roughly grabbed Fiona by the wrist.

"Let me go! Please!"

Riccardo smirked. His other hand gently caressed her soft cheek. He could smell her sweet breath as she panicked in his grasp.

"Now now, Miss Fiona. I do not trust you well enough to let you walk freely."

Fiona turned her face to the side. She could not bare to look at him. He was like a sinister version of her own father. Riccardo began to walk down the corridor, dragging Fiona along in his tight grip.

"So…what do you want with me? Plan to do the same to me like you did with Sarah, is that it?"

Riccardo glanced over his shoulder at her. His eyes locked onto hers.

"If you really wish to know, yes. You shall be mine, Fiona. No matter if you like it or not."

Fiona gasped in shock at his reply. She did not know how to reply to him so she walked with him in silence as they approached the dining room. They both walked inside. Daniella and Sarah already sat there. Hewie was lying down beside the fireplace. He happily ran over to Fiona, wagging his tail.

"Hewie!"

She hugged him tightly, a loving smile grew on her face. Riccardo walked over to the table, sitting down beside Sarah. Fiona had no choice but to follow. Daniella brought the food though. It was rare for them all to sit and eat together but Riccardo has decided it would be a nice way to make Fiona feel more comfortable. He wanted her to want him as much he wanted her.

They began to eat. Fiona gazed down at her plate of soup, playing with it shyly. She didn't feel like eating. It was the last thing she wanted to do. Hewie whined beside her, his tail wagging against the carpet as he gazed up at her. Seeing him look so happy made her feel more relaxed. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Yet there was no way she would let Riccardo inside her. The though sickened her. She slowly brought the spoon up to her lips, taking a gentle sip. It tasted good. She began to eat more of it as Sarah and Riccardo gazed at her. Daniella returned from the kitchen also sitting down with them.

"Not long till our child is born, my dear…"

Riccardo moved his hand down Sarah's stomach, giving it a gentle stroke. He gave Sarah a gentle kiss on the cheek. Sarah smiled to Fiona's surprise. She did seem happy with him. Why though, she could not understand.

Fiona felt safe only around Sarah. She was gentle natured and friendly. If only she could talk with Sarah alone again, she could find a way out of here.

Riccardo lay back, stroking his full stomach. He gave his beard a rough scratch as he got up from the table.

"I will see you upstairs, Sarah. Goodnight Miss Fiona."

Riccardo walked off. Now was Fiona's chance.

"Sarah! I have to get out of here…please!"

Sarah and Daniella both gazed up at Fiona. Sarah sighed, putting her spoon down on the table.

"I will help you, Fiona…but I must wait till tomorrow. Riccardo expects me to go to bed with him…"

Fiona lowered her head, tears building up.

"Please, Miss Fiona. Rest tonight and I shall help you tomorrow. Daniella will show you to your room."

Sarah smiled and got up from the chair slowly. Her stomach was so large and it was obvious she was about to give birth any day now.

"Goodnight, Miss Fiona. Goodnight Daniella, Hewie."

Sarah walked off. Daniella stood up, approaching the frightened Fiona.

"Miss Fiona…Please come with me."

Fiona got up, Hewie by her side. Yet again she had no choice but to follow her.

Sarah entered the room. Riccardo stood, gazing through the large glass windows. She approached him, her hand gently placed on his shoulder. He turned around to her with a smile.

"She'll come round, Riccardo. Just give her time…"

Riccardo sighed, he held his precious Sarah close to him. Sarah's words always seemed to calm him. She knew what to say to make him feel better.

"I hope so, my dear. She is a stubborn one!"

Riccardo began to undress for bed, taking off his robe. For all this time Sarah had known Riccardo, she had fell in love with him. Although she knew telling him would mean nothing to him. He did not know what love was. Sarah softly caressed down his bare chest. Riccardo lowered his eyes with a sigh before kissing her passionately.

"My dear Sarah. Soon my precious azoth, we shall have our child. Then you can rest for a while. Fiona can bare my next child…"

His tone was deep as he let out of one of his chuckles.

"Then, my dear…I will have the pleasure of making love to you all over again…as many times as I wish."

Riccardo held Sarah close to him, his wicked laugh grew louder.

"Fiona, you are mine."