Megan's face, twisted with complex emotions, slowly calmed as she sat opposite me, toying with a knife in her hand. Her cold gaze fixed on my belly made my heart, which had just settled, raced again.
"Even if everything you said is true, what does it matter?" Megan seemed to be convincing herself as she pressed her finger against the blade, drawing a thin line of bright red blood on its clean edge. A venomous look flickered in her eyes.
"You ruined my life. Everything I've done is justified." Megan stabbed the knife into the table and stood up, walking toward me.
I watched her warily, afraid she might do something to harm my child.
She came behind me and untied the ropes binding me.
I moved my stiff limbs, keeping my eyes fixed on Megan. Her words and actions sharply contrasted, increasing my unease.
She stood over me, her gaze menacingly fixed on my stomach, then suddenly smirked and said to several men nearby, "This woman is yours to enjoy. Make sure to get rid of what's in her belly."
My eyes widened in horror at Megan's cruelty, and I glared at her furiously, shouting, "Aren't you human?"
Megan's face, contorted by hatred, suddenly loomed large before me. Her cold hand gripped my neck as she hissed, "I'm not human. I'm a devil coming to collect a debt from you. Since your Lawrence family had the misfortune of crossing paths with me, you all deserve to go to hell."
This woman is a lunatic, a pervert. It's impossible to reason with someone like her.
She coldly released my neck and turned away. I coughed painfully; the air rushing into my throat was agonizing.
Feeling the lecherous stares from around the room, I felt nauseated and stood up, ignoring the discomfort, and ran toward the exit.
"What are you waiting for? Go take care of her," Megan's icy voice called out from behind me. The footsteps behind me grew louder, sending me into a panic. I misstepped and my face turned pale as I fell forward, fearing for my child... my child...
As I was about to hit the ground, someone grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me back. Turning, I saw it was Megan.
Before I could catch my breath, her face clouded over as she threw me toward the group of men, "This woman is yours to enjoy."
"Let me go, don't touch me..."
I was dragged into a room, and when the dilapidated door slammed shut behind me, I felt utterly hopeless.
"This chick is fine, look at that body... brothers, we are in luck today."
"Heard she's a rich man's woman, skin must be extra soft."
"I can't wait anymore, haha..."
Their disgusting chatter turned my stomach.
"Ah... get off..." They lunged at me, and I screamed in terror.
In my attempt to escape, I crawled toward a corner but was dragged back. Trying to protect my stomach, my hands were scraped raw by the ground.
With a rip, my shirt collar tore, exposing my shoulder.
"Let me go, don't touch me, get away, ah..." I screamed in despair.
My struggling limbs were pinned down, and as fear and despair nearly overwhelmed me, a deep sense of disgust surged within me...
