Preg-napped

Chapter 2

"Dinner's ready," Master grumbled, coming down the stairs with a tray of food in his hands.

Deanna looked up hopefully from her spot on the ground. Was her kidnapper actually bringing her a meal?

He set the tray down next to her, then reached over to her face and yanked off the piece of duct tape covering her mouth. Deanna flinched, but did not start screaming for help.

"Enjoy it, 'cause I'm only feedin' ya twice a day," the man said, striding over to a chair in the corner of the room. He sat back into it with a thump. "Just go at it face first."

Deanna stared at the tray. On it was a bowl filled with green mush next to a slice of bread. She quivered at the sight of it.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Master said. "If ya get thirsty, there's some water on the pole next to ya."

Deanna looked to her right side. On a poll about a foot away from her was a water bottle, just like the kind you'd put in a hamster's cage. This guy who had kidnapped her was treating her no better than he would a wild animal. She looked over to where he was sitting, legs crossed, eyes scanning the pages of a Sports Illustrious magazine.

What was his reason for kidnapping her? Why her, out of all the other women in Crown City? What was so special about her, other than the fact that she was pregnant? And yet, the way he had rubbed her belly when he first came up to her was no accident...

Her gaze drooped back down to the measly plate of food next to her. It was against all her knowledge of manners, cleanliness, and dignity, but...man, she was really hungry.

Deanna bent over her gravid torso, brought her mouth to the plate, and began munching on the tepid meal. Whatever it was tasted like nothing, but at least it filled her stomach.

After eating, Deanna craned her neck and took a drink from the bottle.

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Bradley squeezed his small blue car into the driveway and parked it. He sighed with relief as he got out and walked up the stone steps to his front door. Finally, it was time to see his wife after two long days.

But when he turned the key and opened the door, all the lights were off.
A confused look sat on his face as he flicked some switches. "Deanna?" He called.

No answer.

"Deanna?" He called again, this time with more urgency.

Still no answer.

Bradley was getting worried quickly. But all of a sudden, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He snatched it up and held it in his sweaty palm.

As the screen illuminated, casting a harsh white light on his face, Bradley saw that he had received a message from Deanna. It read:

'Staying at hotel again 2nite. Love u babe xoxo.'

Something didn't seem right. Yesterday's storm was far gone, and Deanna never liked to stay in hotels even an hour longer than necessary. But, messages don't lie, do they?

The previous night, Deanna had said she was staying at the Glitz Hotel in town.

Detective Bradley decided to go do some investigation.

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"Just texted yer husband that you'll be at the Glitz again tonight." Master said, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh.

"What?" Deanna looked up from her plate in fear.

"Yep." Master grinned, holding up her phone and shaking it teasingly. "That should keep him off our trail for another day."

Deanna's heart sank. This guy had it all planned out. The fog, the basement, the texts...he wanted to make sure that no one would find her.

Sir got up gruffly, tossing Deanna's phone on a nearby table. He walked over and saw that her plate was empty. "You finished with this?" He gestured to the grimy dish.

Deanna nodded feebly. The man bent down to pick up her plate, and she got a whiff of his pungent cologne. It was not a good smell. Deanna was thankful when he finally left, stomping up the rickety stairs.

She was feeling sleepy again, tired from either the food or her stressful situation.
Her baby, on the other hand, was as restless as ever. The occasional kicks and pushes from inside her womb were becoming more frequent. Its movements seemed urgent in a way, but Deanna couldn't figure out the reason...might it be possible that her unborn child was just as scared as she was?
Deanna desperately wanted to stroke her belly, do something to calm her baby. But in her shackled condition, there was nothing she could do. Tears started to leak from the corners of her eyes as the realization hit.

At that moment, her kidnapper came back down into the basement. He turned his blocky head to look at her and saw the little streams running down her cheeks.

"Why're you cryin'?" He growled, striding over to her. Then, a strange smile crept across his bristly face. "There's no need t'be upset, hon. I can show you a real good time."

Deanna gulped.

He was now standing right in front of her. "Get up," he said sternly.

Seeing no other options, Deanna hefted herself up. She used the rusty black pole to keep her balance as she pushed down with her shaky legs, forcing herself into a standing position. She tried to shake some of the dirt off her bare thighs and butt, but to no avail.

"That's good, baby," Master purred, taking a step closer so that she could feel the loose folds of his clothing touching her. She tried her best not to start quivering in fear and disgust.

He took his hands and placed them on the sides of her pregnant belly. Deanna held her breath anxiously.

He started rubbing the curve of her belly gently. "Yeah...you like this, don't ya, darlin'?"

Deanna muttered something under her breath.

"What was that?" Master snapped with a sudden threatening tone.

"Y-yes, Master." Deanna said quickly.

His features relaxed again. He moved his hands down to the hem of her shirt. He snuck his fingers under the pink fabric, sending a chill down Deanna's spine as he touched her skin. It took everything she had not to lash out at him.

He continued to rub her gut. "So warm..." he breathed. Deanna could tell by his voice that he was aroused. He kept his palms still for a minute. Then, abruptly, he swiped his hands out from beneath her shirt and stepped back.

"That's enough for today," he said, a sickening grin on his face. "You'll get some more action tomorrow. Promise."

And with that, Master turned and went back up the stairs.

As soon a Deanna heard the door shut, she gasped for breath and tears rolled down her cheeks. She and her baby felt...violated. She leaned against the pole and slid down it miserably.

That's why this guy had kidnapped her.
Apparently, he had a thing for pregnant girls.

Deanna sat in the dirt and wept.