A month later...

15th of June, 1965

As the couple had fallen asleep since midnight time, initially Judy spent peaceful hours during her sleep in Timothy's muscular, secure, warming arms as their motionless bodies, tucked in a mint flossy blanket. 

The blonde was currently pregnant in 5th month, complaining from back pains lately, besides her body got wearier with every passed week as her body frame grew bigger, looking huger than the last months when she looked like an elfin doll. Her mood swings could cause discomfort and irritation amidst another people though Timothy and the people, who are taking part of Jude's inner circle, beared her and loving her for who she is actually, regardless her miracle, awaiting her in maximun 4 months only.

Unfortunately, the former nun began dreaming of something which brang her in netherworld, despite the unreality of which she had currently trouble to sleep serenely.

As Jude laid on solid, wooden plank floor in a blank room, sensing how cold was the floor itself as her arms, legs and some other body parts who were connected with the ground, were nigh the verge to freeze. 

Once she opened slowly her hazel, half somnolent eyes, rubbing them, subsequently she had already realised by what she is being surrounded as she rubbed her eyes, opened her mouth in shock, sensing how her body trembled in the shadowy, empty room.

Her hair was definitely messy, lost its splendor, wild like an untamed beast. What she recently wore was her negligent, plain white lingerie. Without an exaggeration, no other garment had hugged apart of her half bare body which yearned for possibly warmer and comfortable cloth on her body. She was incapable of doing anything so that to shield her body with exception of underwear, providing some kind of convenience at least.

She rose her cold, shaking body as she couldn't see anything. It was too dark! There weren't any lights, neither other flashing sources to ensure her with some light. 

An unknown female voice couldn't be discerned, as it was velvety, composed in its utterance. Firstly, the trapped in the idle room Jude thought that she wasn't alone as this serene female voice called her name effortlessly "Jude!".

Mrs.Howard was rather addled, in fact of the obscure feminine voice, addressing her name, although the lack of another female's presence even of somebody else. The blonde peeped at the old, rusted door, pondering as she pressumed the echo came out of the room. What she actually did was to question in perplexed way "Who dares to call me Jude? Who are you?".

"Follow me!" was the only replication that she received in this moment, as she walked up forward to the door, looking for the doorknob as she grope until sensing beyond her fingers and palms a doorknob, subsequently pressing it as she opened slightly timid the door, checking as she peeked what encircles her recently.

What she thought was actually the rescue from the grim, vacuum room! Howsoever, the things leaded the puzzled woman somewhere else, where every marvel of hers is obviously broken, cracked on trillions of pieces via the sinister nightmare's hammer.  

What she beholded was Dr.Arden's lab where is something like his workshop, instead of rescuing and saving mentally ill patients' lives, he torments them in the most unrelenting way, scarcely having any compassion for them! He had such a manipulative, stubborn and tough character as an experienced doctor of torture and science since his early years, spent in Nazi Germany. In the lab, as she opted to not being noted, could see 2 figures. Dr.Arden, a woman who looked like a widow and fallen angel in the same time, wearing black garments, possessing pale complexion from her beauteous porcelain face to toes, fierce, unpertrubed blue eyes. This angel is either best known as the angel of death or named Shachath.

When Jude loomed, her worst enemy and the fallen angel turned their backs, rotating their faces as they noticed the half naked lady, whose hazel eyes radiated great dread, sensing her end. Furthermore she soothed her baby in her bump by rubbing, whispering in the crysis moment:

-Sshh! Mommy and you gonna be alright, no matter the hazards and coldness. I am your shield though I cannot find anything better to wear right away. - She shushed to the unborn baby, implementing a communication with her future little angel, in spite of her apprehension Arden to harm either her or her baby, perhaps the both whilst finishing as a cherry of the cake with Shachath's kiss of death. She wore a little smile across her naturally rose lips, relishing possibly her last moment with one of her most precious treasures which she is going to have very soon.

That didn't leave unheeded by the former Nazi doctor who caught the former nun in action as he interracted to her:

-Ha! You just cannot either escape, nor hide from me, Jude!- His utterance was derisory as well as his shoes clicked against the cyment ground, grabbing the pregnant lady by her petite, fragile hand, putting her on the patient bed, meantime she protested, shouting for help, struggling in his tight grip.

-Somebody help me! *looking at Shachath who blankly gaped at the helpless blonde* You, fallen angel! Please, do something to escape...- Jude's sentence remained unfinished due to Arthur's snap as he chained her arms, neck and legs. 

When the future mother was rooted, barely able to move a single muscle of her body as her tear stained face was illuminated via patient bed's lamp as the flashing light as the light was sufficiently too bright for her eyes, meanwhile the angel of death stood by her right side, watching her agony with her tranquil smile across her bright pink, lustrous lips, keeping herself quiet from uttering a syllable.

As soon as Jude was endeavoring to rescue herself, feeling totally hopeless, as her baby kicked dim violently, hence, she flinched, shrieking out loud for help as nobody was by her side. Dr.Arden prepared each tool with which he might start his project- to kill Jude's baby by aborting her, without her consent.

-Stop whining!- Arden warned the still protesting for liberty former nun as he held in his gloved hand a syringe, putting her to fall asleep as he could win time to do his own procedure.

As she opted to defend herself, in this second Shachath approached the fighting yet woman as she stroked her disheveled, curly honey hair, pursuing for her hazel eyes to form an eye contact like it's their final.

-Are you sure you want a rescue, Jude?- Shachath posed the question leisurely as her glacial blue eyes could freeze, terrifying her own preys to death with its frigid look.

-If you think of killing me, then my baby dies with me. 

-Don't worry! *her glowing pink lips burried in the crook of blonde's neck, as she already prepared to kiss her brittle lips, but a little before that whispering in her neck*  You will be safe!- The lady in black whispered in her small ear as her wee echo, surmising as a false hope. 

Hopefully Dr.Arden couldn't witness Shachath who actually managed to kiss Jude as she could stay away from the sadistic doctor, resting in peace rather than to probe, experiencing the worst part- the torture itself, besides the unsolicited abortion which is going to kill outright the desperate mother, sensing her life as completely pointless once when she loses everything that she valued with her entire heart especially her unborn child. As the uncanny, eldritch angel kissed the former nun's lips, laying her to lie on the patient bed, as the peace had invaded her stock-still, deceased body.

To be continued...