Victoria point of view
The door slams shut, sending a shiver down my spine. I rush to the bathroom and assess the damage to my face—a cut on my cheek, a busted lip, and bruises on my neck. Thank goodness he didn't strike my belly. If he discovers I'm pregnant, he'll surely harm my baby. I sink to the ground, desperation driving me to pray passionately. "Please, God, protect my baby from this!"
A knock interrupts my thoughts. "My lady, it's me, Amelia. I have bath supplies and an outfit for you." Reluctantly, I let her in as she started the bath, adding bubbles. "We need to get you cleaned up, my lady," she insists. "Get in the bathtub, and let's wash your body." Feeling uneasy, I request privacy. "Amelia, can you please leave so I can take a bath?" She refuses, citing orders to stay with
