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| rats will ever come across your body. As soon as this damnable fire burns itself out, you may as well begin saying your prayers." |

| Shaken to the core by his heinous confession, Bianca dropped the blanket and started taking short steps backward. "I should've known," she sobbed. "I shouldn't ever have trusted you!" |

| "Come back here and hold on to the other end of the blanket!" Stanford shouted, choking as smoke began rolling into the cave. |

| Bianca tensed, then grabbed at her stomach when a sharp pain tore suddenly through it, followed by another one which took her breath away. "My baby!" she gasped. She sank to the floor of the cave, grabbing at her abdomen again. Sweat pearled from her brow as she pleaded up at Stanford with her eyes. "Help me. I am in labor. My child. Nothing can happen to my child!" |

| Stanford stood over her, his eyes gleaming. "Do you think I care about your stupid baby?" he said, laughing. "Don't you see, Bianca? Everything is working out perfectly for me. I wanted to be rid of you and the baby, and you're doing me the honors. Left unattended, both you and your heathen child will die." |

| He shrugged. "I couldn't have planned it better myself," he said, chuckling. |

| Turning, he stared outside. The flames were gone, leaving behind only the strong stench of scorched ash. "As it is, it's simply done," he bragged. "The fire has burned itself out just in time. I'm getting out of here." |

| "You can't just leave me" Bianca said, gritting |

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