Chapter 2 - The Restricted Ward
Khloe was violently thrown onto a stiff, narrow bed inside a windowless room deep in the hospital basement.
The heavy steel door slammed shut behind her, the electronic lock engaging with a terrifying click.
She curled into a tight ball, crying hysterically as severe pain continued to radiate from her abdomen.
Isabella had kicked her with enough force to cause serious internal damage to her pregnancy.
Khloe knew she had to calm down if she wanted to keep her precious baby safe from harm.
She took several deep, shuddering breaths and slowly sat up on the edge of the cheap mattress.
The restricted psychiatric ward was entirely isolated from the rest of the bustling medical facility.
There were absolutely no call buttons, no windows, and no nurses walking the silent hallways.
She realized that Marcus had meticulously planned this entire setup long before tonight's charity gala.
Isabella was simply the cruel instrument he used to finally execute his twisted, heartless plan.
Suddenly, the heavy door buzzed loudly and swung open to reveal a tall man in a white lab coat.
Dr. Vance carried a large metal tray covered entirely in highly intimidating surgical instruments.
"Your husband has officially authorized an emergency premature delivery, Mrs. Thorne," the doctor stated coldly.
Khloe stared at the sharp scalpels in pure horror, instinctively backing away until she hit the cold wall.
"My baby is only seven months along, it is way too early for a delivery!" she screamed desperately.
Dr. Vance simply smiled an eerie, emotionless smile and picked up a massive syringe filled with clear liquid.
"Mr. Thorne does not want a living heir to complicate his new marriage to Ms. Rossi," the doctor sneered.
He stepped closer to the bed, completely ignoring her terrified, agonizing sobs for mercy.
Khloe frantically scanned the sterile room, desperately searching for any possible weapon to defend herself.
She noticed a heavy, solid steel IV pole resting quietly in the dark corner of the room.
As the doctor lunged forward with the deadly syringe, Khloe aggressively kicked the medical tray.
The tray flipped into the air, sending sharp scalpels and metal clamps clattering loudly across the floor.
The doctor stumbled backward in surprise, giving Khloe just enough time to grab the heavy IV pole.
She swung the steel pole with every single ounce of remaining strength in her exhausted body.
The metal struck the doctor violently in the temple, knocking him completely unconscious instantly.
Khloe dropped the pole, her hands shaking violently as she stepped over the fallen medical professional.
She peeked cautiously out into the empty, dimly lit corridor of the basement ward.
She had to find a way to escape this massive building and get to a real police station.
But as she turned the corner, a cold, sharp object was pressed firmly against the back of her neck.
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A terrifyingly familiar voice whispered directly into her ear, completely freezing the blood in her veins.
"Going somewhere so soon, my dear wife?" Marcus asked smoothly.
