Chapter 4 A deep Plea

Chapter 4

A deep Plea

Her whole body was trembling, her heart filled with despair to the extreme. This made her more determined. She definitely could not let Bailey Hannah know that she was still carrying a child in her belly. Otherwise, not only would she die, this innocent child would also be strangled by him.

Five months, more than a hundred and fifty days, she mitigated the battering from that crazy group of women by hurting herself.

Her belly was getting larger and larger.

Finally, no matter how Martin Pamella tried to hide it, they found out.

"Damn it! This bitch is still pregnant. Quickly go and inform the prison guards."

"No, please! I beg you, do not tell them that I am pregnant. Just pretend that you saw nothing, I'm begging you."

Martin Pamella rushed forward, grabbing onto one person's trouser leg and pleaded tearfully, "I'm begging you, have mercy on us mother and child. Please do not tell anyone, I'm begging you..."

In the end, the prison guards were alarmed. Two doctors in white lab coats came over and took her away without a word.

"Pregnant women are not allowed to be held in prison, you'll be released on bail after the fetus is removed. Miss Katie, someone is coming to pick you up later."

Before Martin Pamella had time to react, she was taken away by a man wearing a duckbill cap. The man was frighteningly strong. Before she knew it, she was dragged by her hair towards a car. She stumbled, and her body tumbled uncontrollably into the vehicle.

"Miss Katie, you don't have to stay in prison anymore." The man said.

"Where are you taking me?" She was terrified, not for herself, but for the child she had protected for nearly half a year. God knows, how much effort she put into protecting her child up until now.

"You'll know when we get there."

Martin Pamella never thought that prison was far from the beginning of her nightmare.

Her disfigurement, self-mutilation, endless humiliation and torture, completely disregarding dignity... all these, for the sake of her child, she can endure.

But this unborn child was her last hope, the only ray of light left in her heart.

Even when she was lying on the operating table, she was still foolishly thinking. Maybe, just maybe, Charlotte wouldn't be so heartless. After all, they have known each other for a decade, and she loved him, loved him with all her heart for seven long years.

She was only eighteen years old.

Ever since she became aware of herself, half of her time had been spent revolving around him. Her love for him was passionate and well-known throughout the Manchester city.

But, as widely known, Charlotte did not love her.

But so what? She was Martin Pamella who never admitted defeat. As long as Charlotte wasn't married, she still had a chance, right?

That was what she thought. So, she kept pursuing Charlotte even when the road ahead was full of hardships and dangers.

Even without love, did he not have even a bit of affection for her?

There must be, there must be!

On the operating table, Martin Pamella's limbs were pinned down, shackled with iron cuffs, and her mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth, silencing her screams.

What were they going to do?

"Wuu...aaaaahhh..."

A man wearing a white mask walked over to the operating table, a shiny medical tweezer in his hand, shimmering ominously under the light.

"Miss Katie, I am only following orders, please don't blame me."

Martin Pamella stared at him in rage, struggling fiercely. After the man injected her with a syringe, Martin Pamella's body fell limp, unable to resist any longer.

She could only watch as they tore open her clothes revealing her swollen belly, torn and ice-cold.

Her heart felt frozen, like water turned to the dead of winter ice.

Tears glided down her cheeks, ceaseless, never ending.

Martin Pamella could only weep heart-wrenchingly, her voice hoarse. Her stomach felt like it had been sliced open with a frigid blade, her chest painfully constricted, as if crushed under a heavy weight, leaving her breathless.

She clutched her chest, blood rushing up her throat, staining the white cloth in her mouth a stark, terrifying red.

The flesh connected to her blood inside her body was cruelly excised. Flayed, bones shattered, blood spilled, the pain was overwhelming, numbing.

My child, my baby, I'm sorry...

Her thoughts spun, a recent conversation suddenly echoed in her mind.

"If I ever find out there's a bastard in your womb, I'll rip him out instantly, as a blood tribute for my child with Nina woods..."

She would never forget that savage discourse.

Anabella, how could you be so ruthlessly cruel, even willing to harm your own flesh and blood?

Just seven months, extracted from me alive... Well, you won... you're heartless...

Martin Pamella's tears fell like rain, her heart as grey as ashes. Inside her hollowness only devastation and chaos remained.

She was treated as a villain deserving death, all while doing nothing wrong. Her child, possibly the most innocent being in the world, was forcibly taken from her womb. She didn't even get a chance to gaze upon him before their eternal separation.

My darling, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...

"Mother, you should never, ever have fallen for that man.

If you hadn't loved him, we wouldn't have been entangled in seven years of gratitude and grudges. If you hadn't loved him, there would be no prison disaster, and if you hadn't loved him, mother, you wouldn't have lost me..."

"Cough, cough ... Ahhh..."

She started screaming wildly, hysterically, using the strength of a lifetime, until she was exhausted and fainted.

The doctor probed her nostrils with his fingers, "She's got quite a strong will to live, there's still a slight breath left."

Although very weak.

"What should we do with this woman?"

A man in sunglasses walked in from outside, glanced at the lump of bloody flesh in the basin, then at the pale-faced woman on the operation table. His gaze lingered for a second on her ugly, scarred face, and he didn't blink: "Norway could use a batch of merchandise. This ugly woman can be sent over to fill their quota."

"Yes."

How pathetically this ugly woman ended! Being sent to such a place, even if she survives, she'll merely exist between life and death.

But, what does it have to do with them? She got herself into trouble by offending people she shouldn't have.

Martin Pamella never thought that her tragic life was just beginning. Endless darkness and torture were waiting for her in that faraway dirty region.