The slapped cheek kept on stinging as she watched the man give her a final look, his eyes moving up and down on her, before he finally left.
The moment the door closed, a huge breath went out of her lungs that she had no idea she had been holding.
Her head hung down. Evelyn was tired, she was drained of energy, dehydrated and hungry.
She had no idea if she was truly pregnant, but the ultrasound machine was something she did not think could lie and the way their sexual life went on, she could hardly say that being pregnant was impossible.
She was bound to the chair by ropes. Her hands were tied behind her back and her feet were tried individually to each leg of the chair.
She had struggled when that man had touched her cheek and that struggle burnt her skin against the ropes, making her feel how tightly with they bound to her.