The room was silent; save for Oceans whimpers and gut wrenching sobs. Knowing she was heavily pregnant had me feeling as defeated and helpless as ever.
Knowing I had only been given ten hours until too much blood flowed to her brain and killed her made me feel like a failure. But there was nothing I could do. I had given up on trying to free myself from the suffocating silver cuffs on my wrists, binding me to the inflexible pole. I knew, from the bottom of my beating heart, that I wouldn't be able to free myself this way.
I had screamed for a while, too. Shouting obscenities and promises of revenge; even though I had my doubts that they were promises I'd be able to keep. But it was a way to unleash my anger, and that's what I had done. For an hour, maybe.
But nothing happened. Ricardo a
