Novels by Chocolate Fiend

I look at her, still confused. She tightens the shirt around my throat, ignoring the fact that it can’t fit right. I slap her hands away and unbutton the top few buttons.She giggles excitedly, her eyes locked in mine. She’s drinking in whatever reaction I am giving her.She says, “A little while ago, my doctor said I can’t have kids. Luckily, you’re pregnant now. That’s why I asked them to cancel your abortion. Tom was angry until he understood.”“That’s not what happened,” I remember that operating room clearly. There wasn't.... Suddenly, it's hard to remember exactly how Tom looked when he barged in.“Yes it is,” her voice is sickeningly certain, “are you remembering it right? He barged in after Dr. Kyle started again because I changed my mind. I want your baby.” Her smile widens, cutting across her face wickedly. The giddy excitement in her eyes makes my stomach churn. “I mean… I already have your husband. Why not make it a set?"I push her back and raise my hand to slap her, but

Chloe POVBased on the two meals I was fed a day, and my medication schedule, I’d been locked in the dark padded cell for 6 days. I didn’t entirely mind it, though.Although the silence and solitude were certainly enough to drive me insane, this cell is the safest place for me. I cradle my stomach and spend my time fantasising about my baby.I’d always dreamed of my child having a happy, safe home. Now I’d settle for freedom. I want to be allowed to hold my child; kiss my child; give my child a name. I hug my stomach and lightly speak to it as if the thing inside could respond.On the 7th day, shortly after breakfast, the blinding lights turned on. I squint, covering my eyes with my arm as I try to see the blurry figures walking towards me. My eyes haven’t adapted back to the light well enough for me to make out their faces.They pick me up by the arms and nearly carry me out of the cell.“No, no – please. Put me back, I don’t need the sun, please put me back!” I thrash in their grip.

TOM POVTom pulled out his phone as he walked out of the hospital. He had 6 missed calls and 5 new urgent emails, but he wouldn't let that bother him.He’d missed his morning meeting with a powerful potential partner, and he had no way to explain why unless he wanted to publicly admit his wife was in an asylum.He’d meant to see Chloe after work. They were finally going to have a baby. He wanted to take her out of the hospital and see if being at home helped. But when he mentioned this to April, April informed him that Chloe had decided she was getting an abortion today.Tom was livid. He'd lost all concept of time and seemed to forget anyone or anything else existed.He'd expanded his family's company into a multi-billion-dollar international corporation so he could care for and protect his wife and family. He wouldn't let this very same company be the reason he lost them.“April,” He called as he approached the car. She got out of the back seat and smiled sweetly at him. She held a

I look up at him in disgust. There’s no way that could be true. Tom wouldn't hurt our child. Even if he doesn't love me, this is his legitimate heir.Another nurse smirks a little at whatever expression I wear on my face.She whispers, “It’s true. Why do you think he put you in here? He needs you out of the picture so you don’t mess up his new relationship.”The male nurse laughs quietly, “An institutionalized wife is a great reason for a no-fault divorce.”“You don’t know that. He wouldn’t tell you that,” I ration quickly. He put me in here to avoid divorce... didn't he?“We heard him talking to Dr. Golfe in his office.” The woman says, “I’d feel bad for you, but since you’ve gotten here, you’ve seduced half the nursing staff and doctors, and many of the patients. This is what happens when you seduce a man for money but aren’t enough to hold him.”“When did I—” I start, but Dr. Kyle returns to work.“Can you feel this, Mrs. Samson?” She asks. I can't feel what she is doing.“It doesn

I barely sleep at night.An aftereffect of the tranquilizer. Partially due to the severe nightmares. And the fear that someone might try to enter my room at night. I’ve grown accustomed to this. I don't need sleep.The sleepless nights make me pale and the skin around my eyes dark. The less attractive I am in here, the better anyway. The only reason I haven’t scarred my own face is because the won’t give me forks or knives, and they keep my nails too dull to cut anything.The next morning is different from most. Usually, my door is unlocked, I’m given my medication, and then left alone. Today, I am picked up and walked through the halls and back into the main medical unit. It’s the same room as yesterday.No one tells me what’s happening, but I assume it’s the paternity test, so I don’t fight. My baby will be safer attached to Tom’s name.“Are we set up for this?” A nurse asks, “maybe we should transfer her to a hospital.”“I’ve brought in Dr. Kyle. She’s more than qualified.” Dr. Gol

I feel stronger than I did an hour ago. Still not strong enough to securely sit up by myself, though.I lay in Tom’s arms, my bare back against his bare chest. He lightly kisses the back of my head. His lips trail down my neck and over my shoulders. His hands lightly paw at my chest and stomach in rhythmic patterns that match his soft kisses.His hands stop at my stomach, “I’m happy you’re finally eating well.” His lips find my ear, which he plays with briefly, “You’ve gained weight. You’re no fun when you’re starving.”I want to react. To call him crazy. To explain I'm no longer eating. To tell him it’s not safe to eat. To tell him why I haven’t gained weight. No words come out. I’m frozen but I don’t think it’s because of the tranquilizer.“If you let another man touch you, I will kill him in front of you. Do you understand?” His voice is low and pleasant, but the threat is real.“Tom,” I breathe weakly.“Chloe.” He purrs in my ear. His fingers begin digging into my skin. Something