Born from the Womb of Death
It was a freezing night back in 2004. The winter rain was coming down hard, a relentless downpour that cut right through to the bone
A young girl, barely eighteen, was putting up a desperate fight. She was down on her knees on the cold floor, her pale skin catching the faint, sickly glow of a yellow lamp. Long black hair clung to her tear-stained cheeks. Her hand shook violently as she held her phone to her ear, trying to make a call, her heart completely shattered
"Please... pick up..."
she whispered, like a final prayer. But the line went dead. For the fourth time, nothing.
She didn't give up. Clinging to whatever shred of hope she had left, she redialed. Finally, a voice cut through from the other end-sharp, freezing cold, and dripping with pure hatred.
"What the hell do you want? Didn't I tell you never to call me again?"
She gasped, choking back a sob as a wave of agony hit her. Her broken voice trembled. "I... I need you... I'm in labor right now. Please, help me..."
But he didn't hesitate. He just roared back through the phone, ruthless and cold. "You stupid bitch! If you'd just aborted it in the first place, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
The line clicked dead before she could squeeze out another word. She tried calling back, again and again, but all she got was that automated, robotic voice bouncing back into her ear "We're sorry, the number you are trying to reach is out of coverage or turned off..."
A hot tear scalded her cheek. She pressed her hand hard against her stomach, trying to protect the life inside her from the blinding pain ripping her body apart. Her scream shattered the dead silence of the room.
Then, out of nowhere, the distant roar of an engine echoed through the night. The sound grew into a loud rumble that shook the asphalt, and blinding headlights tore through the dark, approaching at a crazy speed.
The car screeched to a violent halt, and there he was. He stepped out wearing a high-end black suit, his hair slicked back perfectly. Despite how young he looked, his face carried a terrifying, icy stillness. His footsteps were heavy, oozing confidence.
The second his eyes landed on her, they filled with disgust and rage. His tone was bone-dry
"You're a disgusting piece of trash. I regret the night I ever met you."
He grabbed her arm roughly, hoisting her up like she weighed absolutely nothing. He dragged her out and threw her into the back of his black car. He slammed on the gas, driving like a maniac while she let out muffled groans from the excruciating pain. Finally, he pulled up in front of a building that looked like a hospital, but it was dead quiet and pitch black-as silent as a graveyard.
He kicked the car door open, dragged her inside, and threw her into a long, creepy hallway where three men in green scrubs were waiting. The man gave a cold, detached order
"Go on. Do your job."
They nodded obediently and brought over a wheelchair. She looked up at him, her eyes begging for just a tiny shred of mercy, but he just stared back with pure indifference.
Then he turned around and walked away, leaving her behind.
They pushed her into an abandoned room
The men exchanged confused, nervous glances, they didn't know the first thing about delivering a baby
They had no clue where to even start
"What are we supposed to do?" one of them asked, looking at her with more fear than actual pity
She couldn't even answer. All she could do was weep bitterly. Another man stepped up and pinned her hands to the side of the bed with rusty handcuffs to keep her from moving. And that's when the real hell began
Outside the room, the man stood in the hall, nervously blowing out cigarette smoke. Suddenly a long piercing scream ripped through the air-a woman's scream so full of agony it could've broken a stone.
Then a heavy, suffocating silence took over
He tossed his cigarette and crushed it hard under his shoe, then walked into the room. He found the men covered in blood.
One of them was holding a crying newborn, wrapped up in a ragged shirt. The girl, however, was lying on the bed, completely motionless
Without asking a single question, without a second thought, he pulled out his gun and opened fire on her, shooting her body like he was getting rid of a piece of used, worthless trash. He turned to his men, blowing out a fresh cloud of smoke
"If it's a girl... kill it before she turns into a whore like her mother. If it's a boy... do whatever the hell you want with him."
He walked out, devoid of any human feeling. One of the men stood there holding the tiny baby
This was a man who had killed countless people, yet suddenly, a strange weakness washed over his heart
He just couldn't bring himself to kill this tiny creature. He wrapped the baby up tightly, scooped it into his arms, and walked out of that cursed hospital
He drove through the night until he pulled up in front of a large orphanage. The place was quiet and freezing under the moonlight
He picked up his phone and called the director
"Mrs Smith... I've got something for you."
She sounded taken aback
"A baby?"
He kept it short.
"Yeah. I'm outside the orphanage."
The director showed up a few minutes later
When she saw the newborn, she was shocked by how tiny it was-the baby had literally just entered the world. She tried to say no, but the stack of cash the man handed her was more than enough to shut down any complaints
In the end, she agreed, on the condition that they'd finalize the official paperwork later. The baby girl was registered in the logs
[ Kim Vera - 2004/02/07 ]
That tragic night finally came to a close, and another story began-a story of a little girl born straight from the womb of death.
