h4Chapter 825: 825-Too Late For Me./h4

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    "You should have sat in the back seat. You must be so restless." The Kaye who had abducted me was starting to soften toward me.

    He had said the same thing at least twenty times in thest ten minutes before we started our journey again.

    "It’s okay. I told you I want to sit with you," I reminded him, repeating my answer from earlier.

    "Anyway, is there anything you want me to do?" he asked, sounding different this time.

    "No, it’s fine," I replied, though I was breathless. I was still in pain, and my back hurt the most.

    "You know what?" He suddenly stopped the car and turned to me. "Let me give you a foot massage," he suggested as he got out of the car and went through his things.

    He didn’t have anything that could help with a massage, so he walked over to my side, opened the door to let me breathe some fresh air, and then just stared at me in confusion.

    "You know how to work with herbs. You can get me any herb and it will work," I told him. He looked shocked at first, then nodded and started to walk away.

    We had no reception, so there was no way I could call for help, and I couldn’t run in my condition.

    Soon he came back with some herbs he had gathered and began making a paste out of them in a wide-necked bottle’s cap. Kneeling in front of me outside the car, he started to massage my feet.

    "These herbs are known to have healing properties. They can ease the pain for a while, but they’ll make you sleepy," he exined.

    When he finished massaging and said that, I immediately regretted letting him do it. I didn’t want to fall asleep for the rest of the trip when I could still aim for his heart.

    That was the biggest mistake. As soon as he finished massaging me and got up from the road, I began to feel very sleepy.

    He hadn’t been wrong about the herbs easing the pain, instantly, I felt as light as a feather.

    My back didn’t hurt anymore. There was no pain at all. I even felt like I wasn’t pregnant. That was howfortable I became.

    I sat in the chair, drowsy and unable to speak, while Kaye spread out nkets andid a mattress in the back. Then he returned to the passenger seat, took my hand, and helped me up.

    "No, I don’t want to sleep," I protested. How could I exin why I didn’t want to?

    "You must. You look tired and heavily pregnant," he said, reminding me of what I already knew.

    I was just as confused as him about how I had gotten pregnant, and how I had be so big in just a single day.

    Heid me down in the back, ced a pillow under my head, and covered me with a nket.

    He made sure the mattress was arranged so I wouldn’t fall. And then I drifted into a deep slumber.

    By the time I woke up again, I felt like so much time had passed. We had continued our journey in the afternoon, and now it was evening.

    The sun was going down. I sat up in the back seat and realized how much time I had lost.

    "Kaye, please stop the car. I need to speak with you," I said. He began to grunt, and I already knew it was toote. She was back in his ears again.

    I looked outside and realized we were in the roguemunity. It was far toote for us.

    "Kaye, please, you need to stop the car right now. You’ll regret it if you go through with this n," I pleaded from the back. But when he didn’t listen, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

    I had been holding back from using my full strength or fighting hard because of my condition. But I realized that if I didn’t fight, I wouldn’t survive the next few hours.

    So I lunged forward and attacked his ear, ripping out the earpiece. He grunted and suddenly stopped the car.

    Now holding the earpiece, I tried to tear it apart. It wasn’t easy. When he rushed into the back seat to grab it from me, I squeezed through the gap into the driver’s side.

    But there were no keys, and he quickly returned to the front. Not that I nned to drive away,I knew he could shift and outrun me in seconds. My n was to grab his phone, and I did.

    I hurled it deep into the woods over his shoulder, making him groan as he seized both my wrists.

    "What the fuck did you do?" he screamed in my face, making me cry out in pain.

    "I’m helping you, trying to stop you from ruining your life. Once you wake up, you’ll understand—" I stuttered to finish the whole sentence.

    "Okay, shut up," he snapped, shaking me. "I’m gonna take you to the well of sacrifice, whether you like it or not." He hissed the words, then shoved me into the passenger seat and started tying my hands again.

    I tried to fight, but I was terrified. With every passing hour, I felt closer to giving birth. I knew I sounded insane, and I didn’t even know how it was possible.

    That was why it all felt like a fever dream, a nightmare.

    Once he slid back into the driver’s seat, he started the car.

    "Okay, you need to listen to me. Focus on what I’m saying," I begged, breaking down in tears, because I recognized this road.

    We were far too close to the well of sacrifice. I couldn’t even imagine changing his mind now, it was already toote.

    "Kaye!" I cried louder, but he stayed silent, not listening to me at all. Then he suddenly stopped the car.

    I knew why. From here, we’d have to walk the rest of the way to the well of sacrifice.

    He got out quickly, rushed to my side, and opened the door.

    "Huh, it’s time to put you to rest, Kesha," he said, a smirk ying on his lips.