Sophie Smith had a long, long dream.
She dreamed that she was lying on a cold operating table, a group of people holding her down, all threatening to remove the child from her womb.
Around her stood people she knew and some she didn't.
"Remove the child from her womb, does she deserve to bear a child for the Land Family?"
"Maybe she had this bastard from fooling around with that man!"
"Shameless woman!"
"..."
Her hands were tightly restrained, with no opportunity to resist at all. She looked at those cold instruments, trembling fiercely.
Beside her stood that familiar man who slept by her side every night.
"I beg you, save our child." She pleaded, looking at him, yet he turned his back decisively.
A line of tears trickled down her face.
She watched helplessly as the doctor approached with a scalpel, cut open her stomach, and mercilessly took out her child, throwing it into the trash can.
"No!"
