Two months passed since Connor gave Maggie the warning that he was going to be watching her; he had. He would come down into the basement every couple hours to make sure she wasn't plotting anything--she hadn't, she'd basically given up on trying to get out of Connor's house. Maggie hadn't seen her family in five months, she worried that they thought she was dead.

On Februrary twentieth, 3:39 PM, Maggie was looking over at the stairs constantly. She knew she was five months pregnant at this point and she was scared of Connor doing the C-section himself. The heart that Connor had had when he first met Maggie had diminshed and now it was cold as ice. Maggie closed her eyes and thought back to a time in her life when she'd been happy, but she couldn't remember any happy moments, everything she remembered was about Connor.

At 5:45 PM, it was getting dark outside. Connor was upstairs in the kitchen preparing for Maggie's C-section, Maria was out of town with a few friends. Connor looked down at all the tools he had gathered for the C-section, mostly focused on the the knife. He remembered when Maggie first became pregnant and he'd told her that she wasn't allowed to have the baby. He looked over at the archway where Maggie had slid into a sitting position. He was trying to calm her down, it didn't work.

"Maggie, I know I considered you as my daughter, but killing your baby now is the only choice I got. I want to be the father of Maria's baby, not yours." He thought to himself. He grabbed all his tools and went into the basement, his long black hair hung over his left eye. He had no sympathy for hurting Maggie this bad.

Maggie heard his footsteps and chills went up her spine. She held her belly in fear of her life. Maggie shook her head, not thinking this was happening to her. But it was all true, none of this was a fantasy, no matter how much she wanted this whole thing to be one big bad dream.

As Connor came all the way down the stairs, he glanced over at Maggie and he knew--for a spilt second--she was scared.

"Come on Maggie, it's time. You have nowhere to run to. That baby is coming out whether you like it or not." Connor admitted to her.

Maggie stayed in her spot, didn't move an inch.

Connor sighed and lay his tools on the table, walking over to Maggie and sitting down on the bed.

"Maggie, come on, you're only making this harder than it needs to be." Connor said calmly, his tone making the sentence threatening.

Maggie shook her head and she looked at Connor dead in the eyes, " Do you . . . Do you really want me . . . Do you really want me dead . . . ?" Maggie asked him sadly.

Connor's eyebrows narrowed to his eyes and his deep blue eyes glistened, his evil look was a sign that something was going to happen soon. He stood up and grabbed Maggie by her hair and forced her toward his face.

Maggie screamed as Connor grabbed her hair, he had her about an inch from his face, "I'm warning you, Maggie, this is your last time to sacrifice the baby and I'll spare your life." Connor said to her in a threatening tone.

Maggie just looked into his deep blue eyes, her fear was getting worse with each passing second; she gave up and nodded. She closed her eyes and stood up; Connor let go of her hair and let her walk over to the table.

As Maggie glanced down at the tools, she became disgusted, though she kept looking at them.

Connor faced Maggie toward him, "Take off your clothes, Maggie." he said to her as he handed her a big white t-shirt.

Before she got undressed, Connor took all the tools and held them in his hands; he turned around so Maggie could have some privacy.

Maggie stripped herself down and she put the t-shirt on, she then started to cry. She was scared and didn't want the baby to die this way. She didn't want the baby to die at all, but didn't seem to have a choice.

Connor walked over to her, knowing she was dressed for the C-section; he looked at her and hugged her tightly. "I know you're scared, I know you don't want to do this but, I got to. Just lie on the floor and I'll make it quick." Connor told her in a calm voice as he let her go and lay a bed sheet on the floor for Maggie to lay on.

Maggie lay on the sheet and stared up at the light on the ceiling. She feared she may only be alive for a little longer and the last thing she'd see would be a bare lightbulb.

Before he started, Connor tied Maggie's hands together along a beam.

Connor got the knife and prepared to cut into the t-shirt first.

Maggie closed her eyes and tensed her body up, her fists clenched almost involuntarily.

As Connor cut the shirt open enough, he placed the blade on Maggie's belly, "Connor, wait!" pleaded Maggie.

Connor stopped and looked at her, "What's the matter, Maggie?" he asked.

Maggie tried to convince Connor that she was going to die during the C-section, "Connor, please don't do this! I'm terrified, I don't want you to kill the baby, don't kill your own flesh and blood! And especially, don't kill me too." Maggie pleaded with tears running down her cheeks.

Connor crawled over to Maggie's side and he wiped her tears away, "Maggie, you've lived with me for five months. I'm sorry, but your baby has to die. But, believe me, I'm not going to let you die this way." Connor calmly says to her, rubbing her head and crawling back to where he had been sitting before.

Maggie looked back up at the light and prayed that she wouldn't die during the C-section.

As Connor picked the blade back up, Maggie started crying again. "Maggie, stop crying. You can't change my mind." Connor declared. He smoothly slid the blade over Maggie's belly to cut her open, blood poured out of the slit on her belly.

Maggie whimpered in pain, wanting him to stop, but she knew he wouldn't.

As Connor finished the slit, he opened up her stomach and cut open the uterus.

Maggie screamed at the top of her lungs, the pain spreading like fire.

After he did so, he reached into her stomach and felt around for the baby's body. He eventually found its body and he carefully pulled it out. He cut the umbilical cord from inside Maggie; as he did so, Maggie screamed like she got her arm cut off. Connor noticed the baby was already dead, he thought it died two days ago from being malnourished-- not getting enough to eat.

Connor lay the dead baby on the sheet and stitched Maggie up. Maggie was still alive, but barely, she'd lost too much blood and was extremely pale; her eyes weren't even half open. After Connor finished stitching Maggie up, he looked at the tiny infant he'd pulled from out of Maggie.

Maggie looked over at the tiny baby, turning almost immediately. She couldn't bare looking at her child that way.

"Maggie, he was dead when I took him out. He must've been dead for maybe two days at the most, from the looks of it he was malnourished; he's skinny." Connor explained to her.

Maggie panted from screaming so much and blood loss. Connor extracted blood out of himself and put it into a pint bag and stuck a needle in Maggie's arm. "Maggie, this is your choice, would like your son to burn into ashes or buried?" Connor asked her.

Maggie cried either way but she mumbled,"B-b-urned."

Connor nodded, wrapping the dead infant in an old bed sheet and lighting it on fire.

Maggie cried as she watched the crimson flames lick at the bed sheet.

Connor looked down at her, he seemed a little upset too, but he held it all back. He, too, watched the crimson flames burn the dead infant up into ashes.

An hour later, the infant was now ash. Maggie fell asleep while she was getting blood into her body. Connor swept the ashes into a small jar and set it on a little table by Maggie's bed. He walked over to Maggie and nudged her with his foot, "Maggie, wake up."

Maggie opened her eyes and looked up at Connor.

Connor knelt down, untied Maggie and sat her up, knowing she was in pain.

Maggie didn't look him in the eyes, her own teary, and she put her arm over her eyes.

Connor picked her up and held her in his arms, watching her.

Maggie looked at him again and she noticed he was trying to help. As bad as he was, he didn't want to hurt her in the condition she was in.

"Maggie, the ashes of your infant are over there, on the little night stand." Connor told her, giving her a heads up.

She nodded, finding herself unable to speak.

Connor carried her to bed and he held her in his lap.

Maggie looked around the basement, she shivered and sighed, watching her frosty breath fade away in the air.

Connor felt her shivering and held her closer to keep her warm. He lay her on the bed and gave her a warmer blanket to sleep in.

She shivered still, but not as much.

He rubbed her head and stood up, saying goodnight before going back upstairs.