Tabitha’s POV
The pain is everywhere, wrapping around me like a vice, squeezing tighter with every passing second. My abdomen feels like it’s tearing itself apart from the inside, each cramp sharper, more brutal than the last. But the torture doesn’t stop. They don’t care. Tony doesn’t care. I’m nothing more than a tool to them, something to use, to destroy.
I scream again as another violent contraction rips through my body, followed by a gush of warmth between my legs. The blood is everywhere now, soaking my thighs, pooling beneath me, the smell of it thick in the air. My breath comes in ragged gasps, each one sharper than the last as I try to cling to some sense of control, some sense of reality.
But they don’t stop.
Tony watches with cold, detached eyes as his men move around me, ig
