~Even more Complicated~

**~Gio?~

Her hand unconsciously went to her stomach. She didn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it. If she did have a baby, she was sure R would’ve tried to get rid of it, or maybe he’s waiting for the right time?

Maybe when Zach finds her, he wants to use it as a leverage and if she believes it, it’ll only make it more believable.

She couldn’t be a mother. What type of mother would she be.

NO. She refused to believe she was pregnant.

She got down from the bed and took her time to walk to the window, over- seeing Las Vegas. Maybe someone would see her just standing there and they’ll immediately know that she needs help and her mental health was diminishing within spans of seconds.

“It’s okay, Mia Regina.” He embraced her from behind. She closed her eyes as Zach’s voice soothed her. “Be strong.” He said.

“I’m losing it.”

“You’ll get it back together.” He said.

She sighed and opened her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around herself, she turned to him but he wasn’t there.

She needed to get out of here so he could find her at least.

She shook her head at herself realising she has been saying say that for the past days and she was still here.

Night time came and her stomach growled and there was a knock on the door.

After moments she got down from her bed to open the door. No one was there. She assumed it was R and made her way down stairs to the dinning room. The dinner table was now cleared of the food she ate earlier and replaced with just a bowl of whole grain and a bowl of finely cut papayas. She sat down on the chair and stared at the food. Isn’t papayas bad for pregnant women. “shut up, you’re not pregnant.” She whispered to herself. She was eating for two now – she shook her head from the absurd thoughts. He’s using that to get to you.

She grabbed a bowl of whole grain and poured in milk and took a chunk with her spoon and in her mouth it went as she stared at the papaya just calling her name.

I could take it. I’m not pregnant. She kept chanting but at the same time she could just not eat it.

She heard the sounds of footsteps making their way in. She looked to the source, it was R. He took the bowl of papaya in his hands and glanced between it and her.

“It’s safe.” He said. “it’s ripe, so it’s safe.”

Her eyes blinked up at him. “I don’t want it.”

He took a while but nodded. “You do need fruit to be healthy...for your baby.”

She dropped her metal spoon, the sound abruptly cutting him off as she set her bowl down on the table. “Stop feeding me bullcrap!”

“What bullcrap?”

“I am not pregnant!” She yelled. “What did you…check me when I was out?!”

“You have a lot of trust in me for some one who’s holding you captive…” He dropped the trey of sliced papayas on the table with an amused expression while Eshaal’s heart dropped as her eyes widened in fear…h-he checked me. He took picked up a slice from the trey, took a bite with a moan of satisfaction and turned to her. “Don’t give me that look…” he hissed but she only sat there dumb-founded with her scarf losing it’s tightness around her face. “Alright,” he raised a hand up in surrender. “I didn’t.”

Her face had gone pale as the thought of her being completely at his mercy in those three days, scared and at the same time disgusted her. Though, she remembered visibly that her body didn’t feel any different except some minor aches here and there, probably from the earlier events, but nowhere special, infact her clothes and her body was still bloodied and dirty. She didn’t think anyone had touched her.