Laurel unwrapped the box that she retrieved and walked back into the room. Lianna was still struggling against her binds fruitlessly.
"You should really try to calm down," Laurel advised, setting the box down on top of a round table. "I assume you want nothing bad to happen to your child. Too much stress can't be good for your baby."
"What do you care about my baby!" Lianna exclaimed in disbelief. "You're holding me hostage!"
"I'll be honest when I first realized you were pregnant. I was surprised. You hid your large belly so well. Tell me, were you ashamed to face me in your condition?"
"My condition?" Lianna glared.
"Pregnant, single, a failure to become a lawyer. While, I am successful, living the life you always wanted for yourself."
"Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about." Lianna spat.
Laurel only chuckled, opening the box and pulling out a syringe and a clear liquid vial.
Lianna's eyes widened at the sight of the needle. "No."
"Relax, Lianna, this won't hurt a bit." Laurel filled the syringe.
"You can't drug me. It could harm my baby." Lianna protested, breathing increase as she started to panic.
"You should be more worried about yourself. Once injected, it's all over for you."
"No, Laurel, don't please!" her eyes filled with tears, expression full of fear, voice rising with panic. "Please, No, Laurel, no!"
Laurel smirked. "Begging isn't going to do you no good." She grabbed Lyanna by the jaw, forcing her head to the side and jammed the needle into her neck.
"No." Lianna cried out, whimpering as Laurel injected her.
Her heart pounded in her chest, right before her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she fell unconscious.
Laurel smiled, brushing Lianna's hair back and placing her other hand over Lianna's stomach.
Now all she had to do was wait for the drug to kick in.
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Lianna felt something sharp run along her stomach, and her eyes snapped open to see Laurel pressing a kitchen blade to her stomach.
"No," she shook her head frantically. "Please, I will do anything you want; just don't harm my child!
"It's a little too late for that," Laurel responded; however, she put the knife down, and Lianna felt such strong relief, but it was short-lived.
Laurel stepped back up next to her, unbuttoning the bottom half of her waitress blouse and pushing it up, exposing her large pregnant belly.
"Wh-wha-what are you doing?" Lianna stammered as Laurel's hand caressed her stomach.
Laurel's face lit up, feeling a hard kick against the palm of her hand. "That's a strong one there. That's a good thing, especially with what I'm about to do?"
"What are you about to do?" Lianna asked fearfully.
"Well, first, I'm going to turn your baby." Laurel smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with malice.
Lianna jerked back, horrified. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I want to cause you pain," Laurel answered simply. "But, your pain won't stop there."
"What?" Lianna whimpered in fear. "What else could you possibly do to me?"
"Well, then I'm to cut out your baby? Perhaps sell it? Baby trafficking is huge in the Glades lately."
"No! You can't!" Lianna protested.
"On the contrary, I am going to do whatever her because I can." Laurel framed her stomach and pressed her hands firmly down against her skin and started to turn Lianna's child.
Lianna screamed as the baby shifted inside her. "Stop! Stop! Please, stop!"
Laurel pressed more against her stomach as Lianna's cries ranged loudly.
"I'll tell you what you want to know. Everything I have on you is in a safety deposit box at Starling National under my family's name."
"Now was that so hard," Laurel smirked, but her hands did not stop turning the baby from inside Lianna.
"Stop, I told you wanted to know!" she cried. "You said you would stop!"
Laurel smirked. "I lied."
Once Laurel turned the baby completely, Laurel reacher for her knife.
"Laurel, no, please!"
Laurel ignored her cries and slice into her stomach with precision cutting the bottom of her stomach, deep enough but careful not to cut the baby.
Blood poured from the room as Lianna screamed in pain.
Laurel set the knife aside and reached inside the wound with both hands making Lianna cry out in pure agony.
Lianna screamed, voice hoarse as she started to lose too much blood. The feeling of pain and terror as she could Laurel's hand inside her body.
Once Laurel had the baby in her grasp, she pulled it from Lianna's room covered in blood.
The baby let out a small cry, and Lianna's heart stuttered in her chest, she tried to lift her head to look at her baby, but she was too weak from the blood. "Laurel, please, let me hold my baby."
"No," Laurel smiled. "Remember the sound of your baby's cry because this will be the last time you ever hear it." She turned, walking away.
Lianna screamed after her as her babies grew further and further away. "Laurel, Please, No! I want my baby! Laurel! Laurel! LAUREL!"
Lianna's eyes snapped open abruptly, a scream ripped from her mouth, her clothes drenched in sweat, clinging to her skin. With a whimper, she tried to move her hands to her stomach, but she couldn't. Her hands were restrained; she was still tied to the bed.
She let a pathetic cry, leaning forward as far as she could. The sight of her pregnant belly had her crying out again. This time in relief.
Her baby was still safe in her womb, she and her baby were both alive and physically okay.
It had only been a nightmare, but it had felt so real.
Her nightmare had felt so real it was palpable. The relief that washed over her when she realized that was like a balm.
She took big deep calming breaths. She didn't know how she was going to get out of this. All she knew was that she had to keep her baby safe. At all cost.