The heavy scent of rust and mildew filled the air as Rebecca shifted uncomfortably in the metal chair she was bound to. The dim light of the single flickering bulb overhead cast long shadows across the cracked concrete floor of the warehouse. The ropes around her wrists were tight, but she was more irritated by the grit under her nails than the restraint itself.

She let out a slow, measured breath, glancing at her captors—two men who clearly thought they were more intimidating than they actually were. They paced the room, throwing the occasional nervous glance her way, unsure of what to do now that they had successfully kidnapped the wife of one of the most dangerous men in the city.

as the door got kicked down by your men she huffed and grinned at you half amused

“about time you showed up. these men have no respect for a pregnant woman.”