No way out

Michael and Miranda had both fallen asleep after their unforgettable round of baby making. Miranda dreamed a life she never knew, one that had Michael by her side. In the dream they were both happy together, raising their four kids in their happy home. But then the dream twisted into a nightmare with Michael forcing himself on her, his twisted face sneering at her as he said "You must pay for your sins!" She woke up with a start. First she looked at Michael. He was sound asleep. Then she looked past him at the clock, and noticed how late it had become.

Miranda got up from the bed quietly, and searched for her clothes. She looked on the floor where she knew she had left them, but they weren't there. She quietly opened the dresser drawers, one by one, but couldn't find them there either. She even checked the bathroom, and under the bed. There was no sign of them. Had Michael hidden them to keep her from leaving? There was only one way to find out. She sat down on the bed, and nudged Michael awake.

Michael looked up at Miranda, and smiled. "Hello there, beautiful" he said, as he pulled her into a warm embrace and kissed her. "Ready for round two? I want to make sure that belly of yours is round and full of my kids."

"As much as I might like to, I have to get home. It late enough as it is. Can you tell me where my clothes are?"

The mood on Michael's face visibly changed to anger. "I told you before, you are my woman. You are going nowhere. I threw your clothes out. They're in the dumpster. You will never leave me again."

"Are you crazy?" Miranda was clearly agitated. "Dan will have the police looking fr me. You can't keep me here against my will.'

"Oh, but I can, and I will" Michael's calm answer came. "I've already taken care of Dan. You see, the person I spoke to before we came here has already moved your car away from the restaurant. Right about now, your **** in a horrible car accident should be hitting the eleven o'clock news. Would you like to watch it?"

Miranda sat there in disbelief. Was this really happening? What kind of self righteous monster had Michael become? Why was he so intent on making her pregnant? "Michael, you know me better than this. I can't do this to Dan, It's bad enough that it happened."

"What are you saying?" he retorted. "That you didn't enjoy it? You were yelling "GIVE IT TO ME!" at the end of it. And I did give it to you. You now have my baby growing inside you."

"How can you be so sure of that?" Miranda parried.

"Because I never miss, and I don't shoot blanks. How else do you think I have four children?" he crowed. "I also put a fertility **** in your drink while you were distracted. So you're definitely pregnant, and now we can live the life together that we should have had."

Miranda was in a state of shock. She'd been set up for all of this, and she had played right into Michael's hands.

"Don't you see?" He caressed the side of her face, but she turned away. "This is our chance to be together. A chance to atone for our sins against each other. We should have been happy together. We can still be happy together."

"And what if we're not?" Miranda shot back.

"Are you saying you can't be happy with me?" Michael's voice was becoming agitated.

"That's what I'm saying. I can't be happy. Not like this."

"I'm sorry to hear that" Michael lamented. "That leaves me only one choice." Before Miranda could say anything else, he produced a hypodermic needle, and stuck her with it.

Suddenly Miranda began to feel very strange. she tries to stand up, but found herself face down on the carpeted floor instead. She lifted her head. "What did you do to me?"

"You are now dead to Dan, and you will also be dead to me. Don't worry. I don't mean that in the literal sense. Unless you can convince me otherwise, I'm going to turn you into a heroin addict, and sell your ass to some people I know who would be glad to put you to work as their newest whore."