She recalled a time when she went nearly three days without a drop of water.

“You might disregard your own wellbeing, but what about your unborn child?"

Camila instinctively curled up her body.

A dull ache emanated from her lower abdomen.

Having already given birth once, she recognized what this meant. Camila clenched her fists tight.

“Let... me... go... "

Her voice was extremely hoarse.

The mere act of speaking these words strained her throat, causing pain.

“Confess, and we'll set you free."

They sensed that Camila's resolve was wavering

Indeed, Camila had loosened up.

She could disregard her own welfare.

But she couldn't do the same for her child.

“Surely, you don't want your child to die, do you? We won't let that happen, but we can cause him unbearable pain, making him wail..

The horrific child's cries echoed in her ears.

She was so shocked that she covered her head with her hands. Tears of pain streamed down her face.

“No It hurts..."

A stabbing pain radiated from her belly.

The contractions started coming every a few minutes

It was a relentless, throbbing agony.

A warm fluid trickled down her legs.

At this point, she had no energy left to bring a baby into the world It was difficult for her to breathe.

The lights ahead of her flickered, casting an array of shadowy figures.

“IT... T..."

"Go ahead! Spill it!"