A blood curdling scream echoed through the room as Elizabeth awoke fighting against an unseen captor. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the surrounding brightness, she began to distinguish shapes around her. Finding herself in a long white room with a row of beds along each wall, Elizabeth tried to sit up, only to discover that she was tied down to one of beds.

Small whimpering noises escaped her throat as she fought against the hospital style restraints binding her wrists and ankles securely to the bed. When a door at the end of the room opened, she ceased her struggles and turned to see a group of medical students trailing after their instructor. As the group drew closer, she realized they were discussing her.

"This is Elizabeth Parkins," a masculine voice stated. "She is a twenty-nine year old Caucasian female, who has been in a catatonic state for a total of eight months, this Tuesday. Her state of catatonia was brought on by the trauma of finding her fiance and his twins brutally murdered by his estranged wife and then witnessing the wife's own suicide.

"Ms. Parkins' case is even more sensitive as she was one month pregnant when she arrived and as you can all see, she should be going into labor any time, now. The nurses have been affectionately calling the female fetus Annabelle, since that has been the only word the patient has uttered since she arrived here."

As if on command, Elizabeth felt a small, sharp kick in her abdomen and realizing what that movement indicated, she began to scream and fight helplessly, once again.

The End