Chapter 3 - The Crimson Floor
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Before the words had even left my mouth, Eleanor lunged forward. Her hands slammed hard into my chest and shoulder, shoving me backward with surprising force.
I lost my balance completely. My spine struck the sharp edge of the granite countertop, and I tumbled down to the floor. Agony ripped through my midsection, a pain so blinding and immediate that it buckled my knees.
I lay on my side on the cold tile, gasping for breath. Then, I felt a sudden, sickening gush of warmth streaming down my inner thighs, soaking through my dark trousers.
I looked down. Bright crimson was spreading across the white kitchen floor.
“My baby…” I sobbed, terror seizing my heart. “Oh God, my baby…”
Carter stood up slowly from the table, adjusting his designer cuffs. He looked down at me with utter contempt, devoid of any panic or empathy.
“Don’t start with your dramatic bullshit, Sarah,” he said calmly. “You dropped a plate. Stop exaggerating.”
“I’m bleeding! I need 911!” I screamed, my voice cracking with panic.
Desperate, I reached into my coat pocket, pulled out my smartphone, and began dialing three digits with hands that wouldn't stop shaking.
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Before I could press the call button, Carter stepped forward and snatched the device directly out of my hand. With a cruel smirk, he raised his arm and hurled the phone across the kitchen. It smashed violently against the far hardwood wall, the glass screen shattering into a hundred glittering pieces.
“You aren’t calling a damn soul,” Carter whispered chillingly.
