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Raerdel awoke with a splitting headache and a murderous rage. The only thing that served to calm her was she felt the baby kick and move as it normally did which relieved her. She opened her eyes and found herself tied to a table in a dark room that smelled of blood and sweat. Gabriel was standing near a small window looking out. “Ah, you’ve decided to wake finally. That’s good of you. We’ve much to do before your lovesick husband arrives.” His voice was very matter of fact, which always put chills up her spine. This situation was eerily similar to when he carved his name in her stomach previously and she couldn’t bear it if he hurt the baby. “You listen here. What, do you get your kicks out of tying up a woman who’s too fat to fight? Let me loose and he may let you live.” Raerdel did
