Carrie didn’t die during the end of her pregnancy, but I think she probably wanted to. She cooked and did housekeeping and stocked the fridge with beer and every couple of nights I would tie her to the head board in my bedroom and fuck her. Sometimes her pussy, which was beaten far too often

Eight months later Carrie was tied to the table in the break room at the telemarketing company where she worked. She was on her back, with her legs spread apart with wires tied to the table legs. She was crying, as she usually was when I came to visit her. Her large round pregnant belly