Hours dragged by with agonizing slowness.
Henri had left long ago, and no one had drugged her again. By now, the last of the chemicals had fully worn off, leaving Jacqueline completely conscious.
Her mind refused to rest.
Thoughts stormed through her head one after another, relentless and overwhelming.
Every inch of her body ached.
The ropes that had bound her wrists and ankles earlier had left deep bruises, and the strain from being forced into the same painful position for so long had stiffened her muscles. Her head throbbed mercilessly, and she could feel every single injury scattered across her body.
She was painfully aware of all the places that hurt.
But there was nothing she could do about any of it.
Oddly enough, the whirlwind of thoughts inside her mind helped dull the physical pain.
She was pregnant.
Even now, Jacqueline could barely believe it.
Yet deep down she knew it was true.
She was carrying Damien's child.
A tiny, fragile life was growing inside her.
