In My Desperate Time

I can’t see anything, but I know well that I am kidnapped.
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But I know nothing about my kidnappers.
The unknown is frightening, and the darkness deepens my fear.
I don’t know where this car is going, nor do I know what will become of me. I can hear clearly that I’m leaving the city.
I think of calling the police, but my phone is in my bag, which is in the hands of the man who has kidnapped me. I’m desperately
helpless.
After a long time, the car finally stops.
The blindfold and the cloth are taken away.
I look around and see this is a deserted place. In front of me is a cottage that looks like a clinic. I’ve lived in Prague long enough
to see at first sight that this is probably a private clinic without a license. Otherwise, it would not be located in such a remote
place.
Why do they bring me here?
“Who are you? Why do you kidnap me?” I ask sternly.
The two tall men don’t answer me at all. They escort me inside, each grabbing an arm.
Although I don’t know what is waiting for me inside, I’m scared for no reason. Even the baby starts to move uneasily in my belly.
When I was kidnapped last time, Frances came and rescue me like a hero. But this time, he won’t come for he doesn’t even
know where I am.
“Let me go. I won’t go in!”
I struggle with all my might, but my strength is nothing compared to the two burly men.
They easily carry me inside.

There is only one doctor and two nurses in this clinic. There’s a man in a suit, who I’ve seen before.
The other day Frances was working from home, and when he needed a document, this man came to deliver it.
Therefore, he works for Frances.
I smile bitterly, thinking that I was ridiculously naive. Just now, I was dreaming that Frances would come to save me, and I’ve
never expected that he is the one who has me kidnapped!
The man knows that I recognize him, but he remains calm.
“Frances asks you to capture me. Where is he?” I look around, but I don’t see Frances at all.
I can’t tell whether I am disappointed or glad.
I want to see him, but I’m afraid to see him. If he suddenly shows up, I don’t even know what expression I should wear when I
say, “Long time no see.”
“Mr. Frances doesn’t come, for he doesn’t need to do everything in person.”
The man says indifferently.
He turns around and whispers something to the doctor, who goes out with the nurse.
He talks in a tone similar to Frances, perhaps because he has stayed with him for a long time.
However, his words made me nervous.
What are they going to do? What order has Frances given them?
“What exactly do you want?” I ask loudly.
Sneering, the man walks up to me and glances at my belly.
I shiver under his creepy gaze. I intend to reach out and protect my belly, but my hands are tied and I can’t even protect myself.
What shall I do? What are they going to do with my baby?
“Mr. Frances says that you don’t deserve to have his baby, so I come to dispose of this baby.”