Rebirth Into My Second Chance

When I woke up, it was already night, and all I could hear was the whistling wind. It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see anything. The ground felt cold and damp, with moss under my touch. All sorts of foul smells assaulted my nose. I called out for Kate but heard a different voice, not her reply.

"Awake?" A gruff voice spoke, and before I could defend myself, a pair of warm, large hands ripped off my clothes.

I screamed and struggled, but the man had no intention of stopping. He covered my mouth tightly, and soon, I was completely overpowered. He raped me. Pain spread throughout my body, a never-ending torment. I was in utter despair, tears streaming down my face in the darkness. I could feel my unborn child in my belly, crying out for help.

I mustered all my strength and kicked his penis hard.

I couldn't see anything but heard his shriek of pain. Somehow, I found the doorknob, and as I pushed the door open, moonlight flooded in, revealing the man's face scarred with a long knife wound, terrifying to behold.

Ignoring my torn clothes, I bolted from the dark room and into the dense forest, guided by the moonlight. I had to escape. I didn't know how long I ran until a warm flow trickled down my thighs. The pain was too much, and I blacked out from the blood loss. When I woke up again, I was bound once more. Throughout the ordeal, there was no sign of Kate. I had a sinking feeling that no one was coming to save me.

In despair, I noticed the small room was empty, and my phone was in a corner within reach. It felt like a glimmer of hope.

I cautiously moved to the phone and called Claude, knowing he had the means to help me in Crestview Metropolis.

Trembling and scared of being found out, I called Claude, only to be met with his fury. "Claire, you have the nerve to call? How dare you? Kate's missing because of you."

Before I could respond, the line went dead. Claude truly hated me. Kate was missing, and he never considered I was missing, too. Whatever happened, it seemed I was always to blame.

...

other morning, my spirit sat in the dining room, watching

with him preparing my favorite pancakes. At that time,

everything changed when Kate

received a call

finger with a ring on it. Could you come to identify

saw Claude stiffen, his grip

low voice, "Fine,

just called me, but she didn't speak. Look, it's Claire's number." Claude's tense muscles relaxed a bit. "Did she say where

Kate shook her head.

over. "I'll have someone trace the

with the ring is mine.' I thought, 'Is someone trying to delay the investigation to hide I

said,

signal, or accidentally dialed my number while having fun, so here was no

en

loves to party that much, let her enjoy herself. We don't need to

And what are the odds of