Twisted Comfort

*Liah's POV

The next day, we went to my appointment with Dr. Zahara. She was indeed a friendly and kind woman, just as David had described.

"Are you ready, Ms. Anderson?" She smiled at me when she finished putting a gel in my belly. I gave her a nod. All I want is to get through this as fast as possible.

"Can we see our baby now?" David asked, his hands caressing mine. I wish this was with under a different circumstances. Don't get me wrong. I love babies. I has a dream to have my own family with more than three kids. But now, it's different. I'm with a monster.

"You can. But the baby may not be as big,"

"I know." He smiled, "it's this big," he held out his index finger, making her chuckle. I almost rolled my eyes. Key word being almost.

"Can we please get this over with? I'm getting tired here,"

"Sure, Miss." And with that, she our some machine on my belly. As the machine beeped and whirred, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety wash over me. I had been avoiding this moment, not wanting to face the reality of my situation. But now, there was no escaping it.

Dr. Zahara moved the wand around my belly, searching for the image of our baby. And then, there it was. A tiny, flickering heartbeat on the screen.

David's eyes widened in amazement and he reached out to touch the screen, as if trying to connect with our baby. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought that this baby was a product of my relationship with a man I didn't love.

But as I looked at David's face, I saw nothing but pure joy and excitement. He was genuinely happy about this baby, and it made me wonder if maybe there was more to him than just being a monster.

"Congratulations, you two," Dr. Zahara said with a smile, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You're about six weeks along, so the baby is still very small. But everything looks healthy so far."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak without bursting into tears. David squeezed my hand reassuringly and I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work.

"I'm going to leave you two alone," she said before closing the door behind her.

There was silence for a moment, before Devid decided to break it, "It's so tiny," his tattooed fingers traced the screen. It was protective, and I knew he would protect this baby with his life. But how can I make myself a good mother?

"Too bad it could've been luckier," I said, staring blankly at the screen.

"It is," he retorted, seemingly offended.

"Whatever, I want to get out of here," I wiped the gel from my belly.

"What's the matter, princess?" He finally turned to me.

"Aside from being ignored and being forced to keep the baby I don't want. Nothing," I flashed him my fakes smile.

"Princess, we've talked about this,"

"You talked and forced me to accept it," I wore the hood. Just then, Dr. Zahara came in. "Will it be dangerous I want to terminate—"

"Liah!" David scrowled.

"Is it late for abortion?" I asked, ignoring David.

"It is, Ms. Anderson. I think—"

"We're leaving!" Saying that, he dragged me out of the room and pushed me into the nearest empty room. As soon as he locked the door, he pinned me against the wall. "What were you thinking?!"

"What any person with the right state of mind would think," I replied, as if my heart is not trying to escape my ribcage.

"We will see what this 'any person's will do after we get home,"

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David's eyes darkened with anger as he pressed his body against mine, his lips dangerously close to mine. "You can't just go around talking about getting rid of our baby," he growled, his hands roaming down my body.

"I don't want it!" I answered even though there were no questions.

He pulled my hair and tilted my head. "You know, Zahara said I still can punish you," fear consumed me. All of my earlier confidence getting out of the window.

"You—" he threw me on his shoulders and take me to the red room, and now, I have no escape.

I struggled against his strong grip, but he only tightened his hold on me. "Please, David," I begged, knowing that my words would fall on deaf ears.

He threw me onto the bed, his eyes blazing with desire and anger. "You think you can just walk away from our baby? From me?" he growled, his hands roaming over my body, his lips crashing against mine in a punishing kiss.

His hands tore off my clothes, revealing my naked body to him. He trailed kisses down my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin, marking me as his.

"It's been a long time since I punished you, right?"

"David, please," I pleaded. He just tied my hands on the bed frame along with my ankles. He then taped my mouth shut. Tears were falling from my cheeks.

I could feel the fear rising in my chest as David's dark eyes bore into mine. I knew what was coming next, and I couldn't stop the panic from overwhelming me.

He moved closer to me, his hands trailing over my body, igniting a fire within me despite the fear that consumed me. His touch was both gentle and rough, a dangerous combination that I couldn't resist.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories of our past encounters in this room. But they flooded back, haunting me with their darkness. All of my previous experience in this room was filled with fear. But I fought against the rope.

"I love it when you fight, Princess," he said removing his belt. "Makes me want to punish you harder." He licked his lips.

"Please, David," I begged again, my voice muffled by the tape over my mouth. But he didn't seem to hear me, or maybe he just didn't care.

"Since you are carrying our baby, I won't use a whip." He threw the belt and slapped my bare cunt. I cried out but it was muffled. And this time, it wasn't just from pain. I hated myself for reacting to his rough touch. I read in in books that pregnancy makes you horny. Because that's the only explanation I've got.

"Oh, look," he put his wet hands in front of my face. "Your sweet pussy knows she is mine," I continued shaking my head. But he slapped me again and started massaging my clit. My body couldn't help but respond to his touch, despite the fear and anger coursing through me. My hips involuntarily bucked against his hand, seeking more of his rough touch.

David chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying my reactions. "You can't resist me, can you, Princess?" he taunted, his fingers delving deeper into my wetness.

I moaned in response, my body betraying me as he continued to pleasure me. It was a constant battle between my mind and my body, each one fighting for control.

But as David's fingers expertly found my sweet spot, my mind surrendered to the pleasure, and I gave in to the desire that consumed me.

He removed the tape from my mouth, allowing me to cry out his name as he brought me to the edge of ecstasy.

But just as I was about to reach my peak, he stopped, leaving me desperate and wanting more. "Not yet, Princess," he said with a smirk, denying me release."This is punishment, remember?" He winked at me before burying his face between my legs.

I gasped as his tongue flicked against my swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Despite the pain and humiliation, I couldn't help but moan and writhe under his skilled touch.

David's hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he devoured me with his mouth. His tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of my sensitive flesh.

I arched my back, my fingers gripping the sheets as I felt the familiar heat building within me. I knew I was close, so close to the release that David was denying me.

But just as I was about to reach my peak, he pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate for more. "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse from both pleasure and frustration.

David smirked, his eyes dark with desire as he crawled up my body. "Not yet, Princess," he repeated, his lips brushing against mine.

I could feel his hard length pressing against my thigh, and I knew he was just as desperate as I was. But he was in control, and I had no choice but to submit to his every command.

He entered me slowly, filling me completely as he claimed me as his own. And as we moved together in a wild frenzy of passion, I couldn't help but revel in the forbidden pleasure that only he could give me.

My body submitted to him. And I hate it. Suddenly, Michael's words hit me hard. Am I using Mark? I still love him. I do with my whole heart. So why am I feeling this way for David? He kidnapped me! Forced his baby into me! He hit me, abused me! So why? Why am I craving his touch?

But as David's thrusts became more urgent and his grip on my body tightened, all rational thoughts flew out of my mind. The pleasure was too intense, too consuming, and I couldn't resist it any longer.

I surrendered to him completely, letting him take me to heights of ecstasy that I never thought possible. And in that moment, I knew that I was his, body and soul.

As we both reached our climax, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over me. But in the arms of this man who had caused me so much pain, I also found a twisted kind of comfort.