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stride. He didn’t say a word as she talked. He just stared at her belly, tears welling up in his eyes. And for the first time in her life, Clara had actually felt ashamed of her actions.
    After she finished telling him of the foul deeds she’d done, Roger rose to his feet and left the room. Afraid to follow him, Clara had remained where she was, trembling on the bed. When Roger returned to the room he was carrying rope and duct tape in his hand.
    Clara had tried reasoning with him. But it was like he hadn’t heard a word she was saying. He’d tied her to the bed and taped her mouth shut. Though she screamed, no one heard her.
    He kept her that way for days. He fed her and helped her to the bathroom. Each time he removed the tape from her mouth he warned her not to scream. Clara had been too frightened to disobey him.
    At night he would sit beside her on the bed and talk to her stomach. He would promise the baby that everything would be alright. He even purchased a beautiful doll with two pigtails for the baby. On the bottom of the doll there was one word stitched into the cotton, Olivia.
    By the fourteenth morning, Olivia was ready to enter the word. Clara wanted to go to the hospital. Roger wouldn’t take her. He said the doctors wouldn’t understand how Clara could possibly be in labor since she was only supposed to be four months pregnant.
    Instead, he forced her to deliver the baby at home. There were no pain medications. She had to bear the burden on her own. Still, her screams went unheard. Her mouth remained taped shut during the whole ordeal.
    But it wasn’t the pain that bothered Clara. It was the fact that the child she was bringing forth wasn’t natural. It was evil. Each time she tried to tell Roger that he told her to shut up. He refused to believe his baby girl was cursed.
    But Clara knew that the child was. When Olivia’s first screams filled the air, Clara cried harder. The baby’s crying sounding more like growling. But Roger said it was music to his ears.
    He wouldn’t even let Clara hold the baby, not that she wanted to. He kept the child all to himself, feeding her and changing her diaper. Sometimes he sang hymns to her, but that made Olivia cry so he chose to sing nursery rhymes to her.
    All the while, he kept Clara tied up. He told her family that Clara was away in South Carolina with his sister. He told them that Clara hadn’t been feeling well and since his sister was a nurse, she could keep an eye on Clara twenty four hours a day.
    Her family believed him, the whole town believed him. The whole town was idiots. Though he wouldn’t untie Clara or let her hold the baby, he would still bring the child into her room every night and force Clara to kiss the child on her forehead before he put the babe in her bed to sleep alongside her doll he’d given her.
    And then he would leave the room, leaving the child behind with Clara. That was when the weird stuff would start to happen. As soon as the door closed the room would get cold. Goosebumps would pop up on Clara’s arm.
    But that wasn’t the worst of it. The baby would begin making noises. And Clara was one hundred percent sure that there was something in the room talking to the child. It sounded like a man’s voice.
    Clara couldn’t make out what he was saying, neither could she see him. But she knew he was there. She could sense his presence. This happened every night. The nightly visits began to drive Clara insane.
    She wanted out of that room. She wanted away from her husband and the evil child he loved. She wanted to be free. During one of Clara’s bathroom breaks, Roger slipped up and left his razor on the side of the tub.
    When he turned his back, Clara grabbed it before proceeding to use the bathroom. As he tied her back to the bed, she kept the blade in her palm ignoring the pain she felt as in cut into her hand.
    It took her four days to cut through the rope on her right wrist. Four days of holding the blade carefully, trying