Where There's Smoke There's Fire (V)

"Relax, honey," She walked to the right of the bed and put down the tray on top of the nightstand I hadn't noticed before.

"Relax? You're some crazy bitch who tied me to this bed!" I yell, struggling again.

"No need to be afraid. We'll take good care of you."

"My baby isn't even due for another 6 months, you won't be able to keep me here for that long!" Someone _has_ to notice me gone. The woman shrugs and sits on the bed, by my legs. She touches my belly, and I wished I could punch her in the face, but I'm powerless.

"You're young. You don't want a baby. Denny and I are old, we can't have babies."

"Not my problem. Let me go!"

"And I thought Denny had no common sense," She says. "Honey, everything around here is locked. The windows have bars and there are no phones. Even if I let you go, you're not leaving. That baby will be ours." She gets up and smiles at me. She exits and locks the door behind her.

I look at the horrible food to my right and try to figure out a way to escape.