The Darkness Series: The Complete Saga by Cassia Brightmore

Author:Cassia Brightmore [Brightmore, Cassia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cassia Brightmore
Published: 2016-11-05T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The pain started in the pitch blackness of night. Rolling into her side, Brooke let out a low keening moan as the excruciating spasms ripped through her body.

Changing positions did nothing to subdue the agonizing torture. Sitting up, she watched as ripples rolled across her swollen stomach. Bewildered, she stared in shock. "My baby," she whispered as the realization that she was in labor set in.

The small spark of joy she felt dissipated as the door to her prison was thrust open. Greta hustled in carrying an arm load of towels.

"No, please. Just get out. I'm fine," she protested. If she was in here, it meant they knew. He knew that the time had come.

"Hush now, Miss. I'm here to help," Greta gently pushed her until her back was propped against the pillows, her legs slightly spread.

"Ahhh," Brooke let out a suppressed scream as another contraction rocked her small body. Wetness pooled between her legs as her back arched off the bed. The contractions were coming closer together now, the pressure building. Sweat beaded her brow as she glared at the woman.

"I. Don't. Want. Your. Help." she snapped through gritted teeth. Greta shushed her and put a hand on her belly as she examined her.

"It won't be long, Miss."

Brooke barely heard her as an undeniable urge to push overtook her. Forgetting her vow to herself to keep quiet, she let out a blood-curdling scream as she beared down.

Dazed, her breath coming in pants; Brooke's head fell back on the pillow.

"One more push, Miss. You're almost there," Greta's soothing voice was too much for her. After months of confinement, of the cruel torture—kindness was nothing a distant memory. Tears dripped from her eyes as she gave the final push to bring her child into the world, the tiny cries filling the air.

A few beats passed, and she struggled to sit up. Greta was wrapping a small white blanket around her baby. A soul-consuming, overwhelming sense of love washed over her. She stretched out her arms, begging.

"Please..."

The woman hesitated, uncertainty playing across her face as she considered her request. She took an unsteady step towards her, jumping when the door crashed open again.

Marcus filled the doorway, his presence filling the room with a sinister ambiance. "Greta. Leave." His cold tone left no room for argument.

With a regretful look in Brooke's direction, she whispered, "It's a girl, miss." Scurrying past Marcus’s scowl, she obeyed.

Brooke watched in horror as the woman left with her daughter.

"Nooooo! My baby! Please. Pl-ease, come back!" her screams grew hysterical as she fought against the pain, rolling to her side and off the bed; landing on the floor with a thud. Crawling along the floor, she was only able to move a few feet before the pain became unbearable. Digging her fingernails into the carpet, she tried to pull herself along—desperate to reach her child.

“Please! My baby! Bring back my baby!” she cried, her hand outstretched towards the door, reaching.

"Enough." Marcus crossed to her and restrained her easily lifted her back onto the bed.

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