She hadn't wanted to submit willingly, so he would break her completely and crush her only remaining hope—the single thread that had kept her sane. He smirked, scoffing at the thought that the baby wouldn't survive it. And as he well knew, the baby should be dead by now without doing anything from everything. The relentless stress, severe dehydration and hunger, exhaustion, and the heavy induced-labour drugs he had given her.
He shrugged his shoulders casually; no one should blame him. He had wanted to handle things in a civil way, but she had pushed him to the wall. There was a limit to any man's patience.
Seeing that the drug was doing its intended job, he walked down the hall to the room where he kept his little wild princess. As he unlocked and opened the door, he smiled, his eyes sp
