I notice the unease in Matt's eyes after my request. I need to stall him; sure enough, if he's with the key to the handcuff, I'll need to get it. But to do that, I can't have him leave just yet.
I need a plan, quickly.
I can see he's hesitating, so to seal the act, I gradually place my free hand on my stomach, masking an even more pathetic look. “I don't know who has done this to me. I don't know where I am and I feel stressed.” I cast my gaze downwards, “This…. Could affect my baby”
Matt's eyes widen in surprise. “You're pregnant!?” he gasps.
I nod slowly, my brows creased “I'm scared, yes, but I won't let anything harm my child's health. If you can't let me go, at least help feed me” I plead.
Matt chews on his lower lip, contemplating nervously. He clicks his tongue, cursing bef
