The clanking of the steel handcuffs woke Alissa up, her body twitching lightly as she began to regain consciousness. Alissa's heavy eyes flickered like a faulty light switch, trying their best to open but not being able to. The drugs she had been sedated with were making her light headed, she couldn't possibly be alive.

A groan escaped her dry, cracked lips, realizing how tight the handcuff was around one of her wrists. Still in a state of deep sleep, her hands slowly snaked to the area where a bump lied, as she started rubbing on the exterior of her skin - she finally realized what was missing.

The bump.

It wasn't there anymore. Her belly was flat as if she wasn't pregnant in the first place. This would be the thing that made her jolt lightly - finally being awake. Alissa looked around the room in a panic, wondering what had happened to her baby. Her heartbeat started to increase, the air being stuck between her windpipe. She found it so hard to breathe, all she could think about was her baby.

Thudding was heard from the downstairs railing of the house, seeming to get louder as it became unbearable for Alissa to hear. She felt the bile rise up to her stomach, not being able to hold it from gushing out of her already dehydrated mouth. It grew louder, until eventually the figure had revealed themselves to an emotional Alissa.

"W-Wyatt...the b-baby. Where is h-he?" Her words were dancing on a thin thread as she looked up at the man blankly staring down at her weakened body.

Wyatt didn't flinch a muscle, not even cracking an evil smile as he usually would in a twisted situation like this. He kneeled downwards to her level so his tall body wasn't overpowering her fetal position on the bed.

"I can't feel my legs, w-what happened to the baby Wyatt?" She confided in him as if nothing bad ever happened. As if there wasn't just a bald woman downstairs in a medieval torture device on the edge of death.

He stared at her blankly yet again, her words having no emotional impact on him.

"Wyatt...where's my baby?" Alissa finally added up the missing pieces in her head as she stared down on the worn out carpet. She looked back up at him and questioned him again; this time a little louder and more sternly. "Wyatt, where is my baby?!"

Wyatt sat back in the long couch as he revealed to have blood splattered across his shirt, this being noted by Alissa.

At this point she rattled her restraint like a caged animal. "Wyatt, where is my baby?!" She screamed in anger and disgust, the water pouring out of her eyes in a messy and uneven manner. The blood stains on his shirt had her believe two of the worst cases possible. Either he killed the child, or he hid it away from her.

"He's fine." Wyatt sighed in relief, seeming a little tired from whatever he was doing. He rested his head back against the wall, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Wyatt, baby please. I just want to see my baby. I promise I won't tell anyone about what I saw I promise p-please..." Her throat was becoming choked up from all the hurt in her heart that was now spreading throughout her tiresome body. "Please I just need to see him, Wyatt please I'm begging you with one hand - I need to see him!" Alissa yelled a little louder as she rambled on aimlessly, not knowing if he was still listening to her at this point.

Wyatt simply stood up, looking back at her with an intense hate filled look. "I'll give him back, when I find someone new." He stated with a raspy voice, the condescending undertone being highly evident. And with that, he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him as he left.

Alissa sat there in shock, trying to make sense of what he had just said. The cost of seeing her baby would be somebody else's life. Knowing this, it was challenging for Alissa. Should she lure someone to their house so Wyatt can give her the baby back, or was he going to find them on his own?

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Wyatt threw the shovel to the side, huffing as he leaned his head back in pain, massaging his shoulder blades momentarily. He grabbed the bald woman, wrapping duct tape around her neck to secure the tightness of the 'Thank You' plastic bag. As he did so, he used his foot to push her body down the hole he had just spent hours digging in their backyard. Once she finally fell down, he dreaded throwing back the soil to secure her body in that place, hopefully the lack of air was enough to kill her.

Nevertheless he did it. He buried her not too deep enough since she was going to die because of the lack of air anyway. So he did his best to make sure her body was covered but at the same time a little below ground level.

Wyatt walked back calmly inside the house, going up to the storage room and getting rid of his clothes in a plastic bag, until he was only left in a pair of white boxers. He carefully tied a knot, making sure it was tight enough to not be open and only torn through.

The baby started to whimper in his cot, needing to be fed perhaps. Wyatt heard this cry and quickly changed into some clean clothes. Once he did, he walked back upstairs into the nursery the two had enjoyed decorating together for their little child. He softly picked up his son, cradling him in his arms, hoping he would stop crying since he wouldn't let Alissa see him.

But he wouldn't.

He continued whimpering, nearing a cry or even tears. The little infant began to slowly transcend to making crying like noises, needing to be fed.

Hey guys! A new chapter I know - I genuinely hope you guys are enjoying this story because I really am.

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