"A Desperate Plea"

"Please, no, no," Ashley said, shaking her head violently as the man's hand still lingered on her belly. She couldn't bear the thought of him touching her, of him being involved in her pregnancy in any way. The man's smile faltered for a moment, and he raised an eyebrow as if amused by her reaction. "Ah, I see you're a fighter," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I like that. It's going to make this so much more interesting." As he spoke, he reached out and injected something into Ashley's IV line. She felt a stinging sensation in her arm, and suddenly, a wave of drowsiness washed over her. She tried to struggle against the restraints, but her body felt heavy, unresponsive. "What's...what's happening?" she mumbled, her voice slurred. The man's face leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to sleep, Ashley," he whispered. "You're going to sleep, and when you wake up, we'll have a little chat about your baby." Ashley's eyes widened in terror as she realized what was happening. She was being sedated, and she had no idea what the man planned to do while she was out. She tried to fight against the effects of the drug, but it was too late. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she felt herself slipping under. As she drifted off to sleep, Ashley's mind was filled with thoughts of Ryan, of her baby, and of the desperate situation she found herself in. She knew she had to stay awake, had to keep fighting, but her body seemed to be shutting down, and she was powerless to stop it. The last thing Ashley saw was the man's face, his eyes glinting with malice as he leaned in close. "Don't worry, Ashley," he whispered. "I'll take good care of your baby. I'll take good care of it, just like I would my own." And then, everything went black.