A week later ,the heavy door swung open and two unknown people who seemed to be physicians entered my prison room , and a woman who wore a veil around her face followed them behind.
Perhaps, she is the woman I heard a month ago. The mistress has grown impatient and requires the babies now.
She nods towards them . The two physicians moved with practiced efficiency, their hands working quickly to secure Bella's wrists and ankles with leather straps attached to the bed frame. The younger physician's touch was clinical but gentle, while the older one supervised with critical eyes.
Standing beside them, the veiled woman observed silently until they finished binding Bella securely. Her voice emerged from behind the sheer fabric covering her face, smooth yet commanding. "Excellent work. Mistress will be pleased with your thoroughness."
She stepped closer to the bed, her silk robes rustling softly against the stone floor. Even through the veil, Bella could sense her calculating gaze examining every detail - the swelling of her belly, the faint bruising from earlier restraints.
"The mistress requires the babies now " the woman continued cooly.I looked at her fear in my eyes, what do u mean the babies aren't even born yet. But she ignores me and nods to the physicians who opened a back full of crude surgery tools.
My heart sank in realization of what they came to do. No!!! No!!!no!!!!no!!! You can't do this , you can't tear my babies out of my stomach. You can't , I screamed , struggling against the restraints .
The veiled woman's expression remained unchanged as Bella's desperate pleas filled the small room. She simply raised a hand, signaling the physicians to proceed without interruption. "Her panic is normal. The body fights what it doesn't understand."
The older physician began laying out instruments on a cloth-covered tray - sharp knives gleaming under the lantern light, forceps, and several other tools designed for invasive procedures. His movements were precise and practiced, betraying years of experience performing such procedures.
"Hold her steady," he instructed his younger assistant gruffly. "We need clear access to the uterus."
From outside in the hallway, the younger slaves trader, says with worry. Why would they do that, I thought they came for a checkup, why would they use a cruel way to remove the babies. He wanted to ender the room, but the older man stoped him. Don't be foolish, she's only a merchandise. Think out ur own family before doing anything foolish he warned. The younger one , gave up and turn around trying to block my protests inside.
Inside the room, the younger physician hesitated momentarily before grasping Bella's shoulders firmly but not violently. "Please try to relax," he murmured uncomfortably. "This process goes smoother when the patient remains still.
"No please you can't do this, I will be good please. I earnestly begged the veiled woman. She just smirked, letting me know that my pleas fell to deaf ears.
The veiled woman's head tilted slightly, as if considering Bella's desperate pleas. "Good behavior won't save your children," she stated coolly, her tone devoid of empathy. "Mistress requires them immediately for purposes beyond your comprehension."
She stepped closer to the bedside, her silk robes brushing against the rough wooden frame. "Your cooperation is irrelevant at this point. These physicians are highly skilled in extraction methods that minimize maternal injury while ensuring fetal survival."
The older physician picked up a sharp knife, testing its edge against his thumb with practiced precision. "We've performed this procedure dozens of times successfully," he assured his assistant confidently. "The key is swift incision and careful manipulation to avoid damaging placental connections."
His younger colleague swallowed hard but positioned himself ready to assist according to established protocols learned during rigorous training sessions supervised personally by Mistress herself.
Before I knew it, pain erupted through out my body as they start to tear my stomach open, making me scream out loud in excruciating pain. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The older physician's hands moved with practiced efficiency, ignoring Bella's agonized screams as he made the initial incision. Blood flowed freely onto the cloth beneath her, the sharp smell of iron filling the small room.
"Hold her steady!" he barked at his assistant, who struggled to maintain his grip on Bella's thrashing body. "The more she moves, the harder this becomes for both of us."
The younger physician's face paled as he watched his mentor's hands delve into Bella's abdominal cavity. "Sir, perhaps we should administer anesthesia? Her screams will attract unwanted attention."
"Anesthesia wastes time," the older man grunted without looking up. "Mistress wants these babies now, not tomorrow morning. Besides, the pain keeps her alert."
From outside in the hallway, the younger guard pressed his ear against the door, wincing at Bella's cries. "What is taking so long? I can hear her screaming clear out here."
Shut her up!!! Her screams are annoying me The veiled woman barked with annoyance. Following her command, they put a cloth into my mouth to muffle my voice.
The younger physician quickly grabbed a clean cloth from the medical kit and pressed it firmly between Bella's teeth, effectively silencing her screams into muffled groans. His movements were hesitant, clearly disturbed by the cruelty of their task.
"There," the older physician announced satisfiedly as blood continued to pool beneath Bella's restrained form. "Now we can focus on the extraction without distraction." He selected a pair of forceps from his tray. "Assistant, prepare the collection basin. We need to ensure neither fetus suffers trauma during removal."
The veiled woman circled closer to observe more intimately, her veil obscuring any visible reaction to Bella's agony. "Hurry this along," she commanded crisply, ignoring the crimson pool of blood already forming under Bella. "Mistress is waiting for results, not excuses for delay."
I screamed so loud, silently praying that even if I die, somehow,even though by some miracle, God should look after my babies and keep them safe. With tear filled vision. I slowly slip into a dark void.
The older physician paused mid-procedure as Bella's struggles ceased abruptly. "She's losing consciousness," he noted clinically, checking her pulse with two fingers. "Heart rate is dropping rapidly. We need to hurry this along before she goes into shock."
His younger assistant looked genuinely concerned. "Shouldn't we stop? She's completely unresponsive now. This isn't right."
"Nonsense," the veiled woman interjected sharply. "Mistress specifically ordered immediate delivery regardless of maternal condition. Her life is inconsequential compared to the value of these heirs."
The older physician nodded and returned to his work with renewed urgency. "Assist me with the forceps. We need to extract both fetuses simultaneously to minimize risk of damage."