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~Lisa's POV
I woke up slowly. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were glued shut. When I finally managed to open them, the ceiling above me was the same cracked stone of the prison cell. The faint smell of damp walls and iron hit my nose.
For a moment, I didn't understand where I was. Everything from before came back in flashes, the chains, the blows, the pain in my stomach, the blood.
"My baby…" My voice cracked.
I forced myself to sit up. My body ached everywhere, but someone had cleaned me. My torn dress had been replaced with a plain, rough tunic. The dried blood was gone from my hands and legs. My hair had been brushed back loosely.
Confusion spread through me. "Why… why would they clean me?"
My hands flew to my stomach. It felt strange, empty. I pressed my palms against it, panic rising.
"My baby…" I whispered again, tears starting to sting my eyes. "Baby, please… tell me you're still there."
I clutched my stomach, rocking slightly. My throat burned. My heart raced.
