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.

...

spirit sat in the

Kate returned, Claude and I used to have harmonious breakfasts, too, with him preparing

changed

wallowed in self-pity, Claude received a call and stepped into the

just found a woman's finger with a

stiffen, his grip tightening on the

said in a low voice, "Fine, I'll be

phone. "Claude, Claire 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.

it over. "I'll have someone trace the

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

said, "Claude,

out of signal, or accidentally dialed my

en

let her enjoy herself.

How can I be partying? And what are the odds of another person with a severed finger and a mole just like