Is there anything louder or more ear-piercing than the feminine scream? As the door of the small, rotting room slowly creaked open, chilling the heart & churning the stomach, that is all that can be heard. Her life had been cold and dull, but even her nightmares could not have dreamed this, even in the depths of its evil. She had no husband, no boyfriend or fiancée, but still she carried on living. Again she screamed and groaned loudly, as the contractions came harsh and fast. She gripped the bed tightly with her fingernails, almost ripping the sheet. Her legs, arms and whole body shook, the vibrations of her supreme fear completely destroying her mind of all good thoughts of new life for her child. She was alone, the colourful curtains let through no cheerful light, for no light could pierce the darkness of her nightmare. The ferocious wind outside howled and moaned, filling the room with dread, such fear can only be imagined.

   Suddenly it started. The baby pushed, thrashing hard inside her, making her (already immense) pain double. Her scream even more chilling and frightening, every mother that today lives must feel so lucky for not ever having to go through this. The baby’s hands were violent and vicious, and gripped her from the inside. It pulled and tugged and ripped and horrifically peeled away almost all of what was inside her. Her scream at that moment you cannot imagine, and she almost forgot to breath. What will happen to this woman? Will nobody help her? She began to choke, and her stomach reacted badly. She choked on her insides, but not on vomit. On her own blood and water, that came gargling and frothing from her throat. Her eyes bulged, as darkness began to claim her. As the baby thrashed about to be born, the mother yelled for mercy. The baby punched her stomach, trying to be free, and the mother cried in agony. The sounds were as horrific as the vision. Everywhere she looked, evil eyes and blood stared back, as she began to hallucinate. All she could hear was her own screams, and the bubbling blood boiling her very breath with suffocation. Eventually, as the baby clawed its way out, the mother’s skin turned pale. The blood dried on her lips and her breath cut short. In a second, she was dead, nothing but a mutilated corpse. As the baby was eventually born, it clambered itself up to its tortured mother, and lay resting and crying on her breasts. What did the mother do to deserve a punishment such as this? To give birth, to the Baby born from Blood.