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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6,Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14,Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19
Chapter 20. Hope Lost
Jack stared in horror at the scene before him, feeling the utter despair of the Doctor beside him; they were at a spaceport. Literally hundreds of ships lay before them, some commercial, some recreational. Any of them could contain Rose.
‘Can you sense her?’ Jack asked.
The Doctor looked at him dejectedly, ‘She’s alive, that’s all I can tell.’
Even as they stood there, seven ships took off. Jack had a horrible sense that they were facing a losing battle.
‘We can try my wrist comp again, see if it can find her bio-print?’
The Doctor nodded, and they headed back inside. Neither of them was entirely surprised to discover that, even using the TARDIS to boost the signal, Rose was already out of range. They’d lost her.
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Rose snapped awake, the horror of her kidnap immediately flooding her senses. Anxious, she felt for the baby and, on finding her, for the Doctor. The Doctor was a faint silver hint in her mind, nothing more; she couldn’t communicate with him.
She slowly opened her other senses, everything but her eyes, reluctant to face that reality just yet. She was no longer moving and was lying on something soft. She couldn’t hear anything at all and wherever she was she thought she was alone. The air was warm against her skin and she realised she was still naked. She cracked open her eyes and looked up at a high ceiling. She turned her head and recognised she was lying on a bed in a large ornate room. It reminded her of pictures she’d seen of Buckingham Palace; very gold, old fashioned and over the top. Most of the furniture looked uncomfortable, although she couldn’t fault the bed, which was soft and moulded to her body nicely. She rolled sideways, pausing as her head and stomach rebelled; she was still feeling the after-effects of whatever they had given her to make her sleep. After a few moments equilibrium was reasserted and she shifted her legs over the side of the bed and eased upright. The floor was covered in plush carpet and her feet sank into it as she stood. For a prison it was remarkably comfy. For some reason that frightened her more than if she’d found herself in a dungeon.
Slowly, she cased the room, noting the one door into it was locked. The windows opened, but there were bars across them and at any rate she appeared to be on the third floor of whatever building this was. It was dark outside so she could only make out a few trees from the light emanating from the house. Cold air whipped in through the window she’d opened, causing goosebumps to bloom on her skin. She pulled it shut hurriedly and went back to the bed, pulling off a blanket and wrapping it around herself.
She was running out of things to investigate when she heard a key in the lock. She turned, trying to control the fear curling in her chest, and waited to meet her kidnapper.
The man who entered the room was the last thing she was expecting. Small and slightly dumpy, he reminded her of her friend’s granddad. He was dressed like a dapper English gent of days gone by, waistcoat straining slightly over his portly form. He looked at her benignly, his blue eyes twinkling. Rose had a sudden sense that this was all some terrible mistake, that she hadn’t been kidnapped after all, at least not by this sweet looking little man. Then she moved.
‘Remain still. If you move I will be forced to hurt you, and that would be most unfortunate, for both of us.’ His voice was high and cold. Rose stilled instinctively. The body might be benign, but his voice was not.
‘Good girl. Now, drop the blanket.’ Rose hesitated. The man produced a small black device from his waistcoat and pointed it at her. A bolt of pain shot through her, leaving her shivering. ‘Drop. The. Blanket.’ Rose complied.
She watched him carefully as he gazed at her. Colour rose to his cheeks and she cringed inwardly, knowing looking at her excited him. Her skin crawled as his eyes racked over her, lingering on her belly. Every instinct she had was screaming at her to attack him, to repel him, but she held herself back. She’d learnt her lesson from the Doctor’s anger. She had no idea where she was, but she was certain he was not in range and therefore could offer no immediate help. The only advantage she had right now was her power and it would be foolhardy to reveal it prematurely. Biting back her disgust and fear she reined her instincts in and tolerated the invasion.
Then he touched her.
She yelped, flinching backwards. A swift vicious hand struck her face with surprising strength.
‘You will not move!’
She stilled obediently, tears springing to her eyes, her cheek stinging and ears ringing slightly.
The hand reached out and touched her again, and Rose forced herself not to move as blunt fingertips ran down the curve of her belly.
‘How many months pregnant are you, my dear?’ His head was tilted to one side. God, he looked like a delightful, chivalrous old man, until he spoke. She shivered. He fingered the black device in his right hand and she quickly responded.
‘Five months.’
He nodded. ‘You will do.’ He pressed his palm flat against her, pressing hard. ‘Yes, she will do nicely.’ Rose’s eyes widened as she realised he had correctly identified the sex of her baby. Then she processed his implication.
‘What do you mean, she will do?’
‘Oh, had I not been clear, my dear? I intend to have your baby.’ He turned his back on her, unheeding of her shocked surprise. ‘You will find a gown in the wardrobe. You will wear it.’
He left the room without a further word or glance in her direction. Rose stared after him in numb shock, arms wrapping around herself protectively. Her skin still crawled where he had touched her but it was his words that left her sickened. What did he mean, he intended to have her baby?
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