Kidnapped

Chapter Eleven: One Step Closer

Two weeks had passed since Maggie's C-section and the burning of her dead son. She was still recovering from the C-section, but it was not going as planned. Maggie's stitched-up wound was becoming infected and making her sick. The infection of her wound was not just on the outside, but the inside too; her organs were getting clotted up with so much blood that Maggie would throw up blood every hour.

Connor came downstairs into the basement whenever he could to give Maggie medicine to make her better, but the medicine wasn't helping; it was making the infection worse.

Soon, Maggie made a choice. She scratched at her stomach hard enough to make herself bleed, but it wasn't bleeding. Her wound was spilling pus out. As pus leaked out, Maggie wiped it with the shirt that  was used for her C-section.

Hours later, the pus stopped and her stomach was now aching, but the infection had stopped and was now getting better. Maggie lay down on her bed and tried to relax herself, but she couldn't. With pain throughout her stomach, comfort wasn't an option.

About an hour later, Maggie had fallen asleep.

Connor came downstairs to check on her, to see how she was, but he couldn't ask her when she was asleep. But that wasn't the only reason why he came down into the basement. In his hand he held a syringe that had a new type of drug in it. He knelt down beside the bed and took the cap off the needle. He lifted Maggie's shirt up and put the needle into her flesh.

Maggie could feel the needle in her skin. It wasn't a pleseant feeling. She whimpered in pain and tried to find where the needle was located. Instead of grabbing the needle, Maggie grabbed Connor's hand which was holding the needle. Maggie screamed in shock, having not known that Connor was in room.

"Hey, hey calm down, Maggie. Sheesh you don't need to scream." Connor stated.

Maggie sat up quickly from her sleeping position. She grabbed her stomach in pain. "What was that you gave me, Connor?" Maggie asked in suspicion.

Connor moved his head slowly toward her, within a flash, he was on the bed and had Maggie pinned down underneath him.

Maggie's eyes widened in a state of shock, W-what is he doing?

Connor held both of Maggie's wrists in his hands, for what seemed like Connor was going to try and impregnate her again, she kicked him as hard as she could. Right in the jewels, she did. She silently congratulated herself at this small victory.

Connor let go of Maggie's wrists and he grabbed his crotch and lay himself on the floor. "W. . . hat was that for?" Connor mumbled in pain, "Was only going to check your wound, that's all."

Maggie shook her head not believing a word of it but she looked at Connor and soon she was thinking of something.

Connor got back to his feet a few minutes later after being in total pain. When got to his feet, he grabbed Maggie by her arms, "You must have some nerve to kick me like that, 'cause I need those for your information! You try being a guy and try and protect your balls from getting kicked!" Connor yelled as he threw Maggie's arms away and waddled up the basement stairs, still in pain.

"Pfft, pathetic bastard!" Maggie mumbled to herself. She crossed her arms and brought her knees up to her chest and lay her folded arms on her knees, thinking. Hmmmm. . . How can I get closer to getting out of here without Connor grabbing me and almost killing me first? Maggie was no longer wearing handcuffs, since she was still too scared to go upstairs with Connor being home.

Maggie lay on the cold, concrete floor and thought some more. "I need an idea, a plan or something to get myself out of this mess."

~I know this chapter is really short but I already have the next two chapters planned out in my head. You'll see what the plan is for Maggie when the chapter comes up. :) :P~