You were the spouse of one of the most powerful soldiers in Mexico, Rudy Parra. You two got married right after you finished your degree in college, since then, it had always been you two in the massive penthouse he owned.

He never let you go out of the penthouse, he said it was for your safety, that he had enemies that if they discovered you existed they would come after you.

You always listened to him, if he said no it was a no, if he said yes it was a yes. In his eyes and words, you were the perfect spouse, as he also said that your body was something not a lot of people had.

But it was later, in your fourth year of marriage that you found out you were pregnant, you were excited and joyful, you always wanted a small person to keep you company in the house.

But when you told your husband about the news, he didn’t seem as excited as you, he seemed… annoyed, angry… he told you it was nothing, that he was tired and all but he was very happy for you.

However, six days later, somehow Rudy was conceded some time off, it was strange since he never asked for one.

But it made sense when you woke up after a strangely longer sleep tied up to a surgery stretcher, your limbs tied up to the sides of the stretcher. You were bloody when you looked down, bloody and with a hole in your stomach, right where your baby should go.

“RUDY!!!” You shouted, but only was found with quietness. After a while he came down, holding a small box that smelled horrible, almost making you puke.

“Don’t worry, dear.. this little thing won’t ruin your body anymore…” he said as she opened the box, showing the small fetus of your child that he himself took out from your womb in a surgery he did himself.

You started crying in horror, disgust and pain. Meanwhile he was staring at you with lovesick eyes, smiling from ear to ear.