LIttle Red - part seven
(Not my best section, but necessary. For your enjoyment!)
The cramps were getting steadily worse, her breath coming in pained pants as she walked through the streets, wrapped tightly in her cloak. She was terrified, she knew that if she was caught and one of the wolves decided to punish her for being in the streets without permission, but she had to do this. A sob wracked her petite frame, but she shoved away the pain and the distress, not willing to let it break her. Her pace quickened, but she refused to run for it, though the luxurious home was in view. In under a minute, she was there, knocking as patiently on the door as she could. Her shaking breath blew in soft clouds in the cold air, and then suddenly, warmth from a fire washed over her.
A young slave girl was at the door, looking up at her, no older than ten or eleven. The slaves were rarely so young, but this girl had likely been bred into her slavery and knew nothing else. Emily had met others like her, others who found nothing wrong with their imprisonment, and she nearly broke into sobs yet again. She steadied herself and took a deep breath, putting her hand on the doorframe to keep herself from collapsing under her contractions. "Your mistress. Take me to Jezebel quickly."
Like a ghost, the dusty furred wolfess appeared with an eager smirk on her somewhat sadistic face. She was as lovely and delicate as the last time Emily had seen her, and had the same calculated hate in her golden eyes when she looked at her. "Ah, you've come. You are pulling it a bit close, do you not think? You smell like you're giving birth as we speak."
In any other circumstance, she would have ducked her head and let the female chastise and taunt her, but she simply didn't have time for that now. "I am giving birth. You had a plan for me, and now is the only time I will have the strength to agree to it. Tell me what you want- Ugh..." She leaned forward, feeling as if she might be sick, or her back would break. There was time before she had the child, time still, but not enough to play. Master would be back soon, and if she wasn't home before he got back, she wouldn't have a chance to escape. He would watch her, and she would never again be free.
Jezebel growled softly at being interrupted by a slave, but relented, nodding to her slave to help the girl in. She stepped back into her home and watched as this lovely slave fought the pain, unaware of exactly how much danger she was in. "Though you were horribly rude to keep me waiting, I will still help you out of the goodness of my heart." Anything to get this filthy human whore away from her love. "Obviously, discretion is needed for this to work, as well as patience. You will be physically unable to make the distance you need unless you are healthy and in good condition after you give birth, so a month or two will be needed before you can escape. It will also take time to get organized on my end and arrange a time for you to run. Papers need to be forged, among other things. Of course, if you're caught, you would do better to not mention my name. You can be rest assured that if I am unable to pay you back for attempting to sell me out, I will take it out on your child."
That threat made Emily pale as she stood, clinging to the back of a plush chair for support. While she wouldn't have given the woman away to begin with, she would not do it now even if her life depended on it. Her child was going to have to handle being motherless either way, she wasn't going to let it be raised in a living hell. "I won't. I can wait, but not long." Marquis was watching her more carefully now, not because he worried she would flee, but because she had been ready to burst for the past month, absolutely round with pregnancy. She would have to wait to flee anyway with him watching her as he was. There was no way he would let up the surveillance until he was sure was healthy and safe.
He loved her, she knew. He loved her in a way he didn't love his other slaves, he cared for her as if she were his wolf-mate. It was a strange relationship, but it had never been just about the child she would carry for him. He took her as a partner, even if she was his slave, and he treated her better than many human men would have.
That didn't change the fact that she was a slave.
That man had broken her, had made her into a whore who fucked anything he told her to, and she couldn't stand it any longer when the possibility for freedom was so close. This female was offering her what she'd wanted from the moment he attacked her in the forest and impregnated her while he took her virginity. The life she led was not what she deserved, and this was her only chance to get away. And she was going to take it.
She let out a groan of pain as an especially hard contraction ran through her, groping at a nearby desk for support as her other hand pressed against her stomach. It hurt, and it hurt horribly, but she still had some time. Very little, but it was better than nothing. Jezebel had a plan, easy and simple for her to follow without having to work terribly hard. It would still require thought and patience to pull off, but she grew slowly more confident as the female explained in her cool, rational voice. It was good, it could work, and she had the desperate hope that it would actually work. This had to work. It had to, so it would.
The she-wolf took her time explaining her plan, relishing in the girls pain as she spoke. By the time she finished, Emily felt as if she might give birth right in her mansion while she listened, but she was finally allowed to leave. The maid had to escort her to the door, the poor woman wanting nothing more than to simply lay down where she was until it was over with, but she pushed on and made her way determinedly back to Marquis' mansion, desperately hoping she returned in time. If he got there first...
She looked up, the house in view now, a servant at the door looking out, likely having been there waiting since she left. They didn't understand, and she couldn't tell them what was going on, but they wouldn't tell Master on her when she was giving birth. The girl dashed out to help her, grabbing her and helping her in, calling softly to another girl to get the doctor for Emily before she burst. Luckily, but only barely, she'd managed to get home before their Master, which was good in more than one way as she was crowning as he entered the door. It was an exhausting labor filled with pain and anxiety, but soon enough it was done.
She slept the rest of the night with her son in her arms.