03-27-2017, 03:31 PM
Peter cried out when he was dragged across the unfinished floor and stuffed into a closet too small for him, his knees curled up against the side of his belly. While his middle was wide and pushed out between his knees with movement from inside of him, he whined,"No... Don't leave me here... Don't- Please-"He couldn't move himself, he was too weak, pushing himself against the door to the closet and whimpering quietly still, though he did quiet down some. Breathing in through his nose and biting down on his lip until he drew blood, tilting his head back firmly against the wall and keeping in the groans that tried to escape him when his stomach clinched. Without the medicne, his gestation was accelerating and he was helpless to stop it, simply praying that they would pass the house and just leave him alone.
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