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.

...

my spirit sat in the dining room, watching Claude and Kate enjoying

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

changed when

I wallowed in self-pity, Claude received a

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

Claude stiffen, his grip

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

showing him the phone. "Claude, Claire just called me, but she didn't speak. Look, it's Claire's number." Claude's tense muscles relaxed a bit.

Kate shook her head.

thought it over. "I'll have someone trace the

'Is someone trying to delay the investigation to

said,

Claire's there, out of signal, or accidentally dialed

en

much, let her enjoy herself. We don't need to worry

And what are the odds of another person with a severed finger and a mole