Crunching through the crisp frozen yellowing grass towards the barn Delila pulls her robe closer to her body and feels the burgeoning belly give a
quick and explosive kick.
Fighting with the half frozen rustic latch a group of large black crows swoop overhead to land on the roof of the aged oak animal shelter.
Stepping inside the barn, the air although filled with the scents of age old defecation is a welcome break from the near freezing temps outside the
building. Delila begins to complete the daily chores of feeding and setting out hay in the troughs for horses, swine and goats.
"Hi there Trigger" Delila pours a bucket full of grains into her favorite horses trough and gives the silkie mustard colored mane a long loving
stroke as another powerful jolt blows into her ribs on both sides.
Grasping her sides Delila falls to her knees and cries out in a loud long howl of pain which sends Trigger backing up in her stall, eyes wide with
terror.
Rising back up to her feet a sudden burst of gelatinous liquid, hot and sticky bursts from her groin and down her legs until she stands in a puddle of
the fluid goop.
All the animals shrieking from their pens and stalls creating a horrific tempo of madness.
An unworldly pain beyond words fills her senses and even though it begins in the region of the privates it permeates every pore of her being and opens
centers of agony no woman could possibly bear.
As the discomfort began to plateau into a tearing sensation Delila pulled herself along the floor of the barn between the animal stalls to where she
could position herself in a bed of straw and hay as she knew the time had come.
Alone and in the throes of torture, crying out in a prison of her own hellish demise she feels the spasms quicken and with them her breathing which
had at this point reached a frenzied level threatening to help her pass out from hyperventilation.
The deafening sound of Crows up on the rooftops now drowning out her agonizing screams , she hears the creak of the wooden door open as a fresh flush
of cold autumn wind sears across her wet blood soaked skin and she faints into a dream which finds her on an alter surrounded by dark hooded figures
holding candles as the only light.
Opening her tear clotted eyes Delia see's the faces beneath the hooded figures, demon faces contorted into mangled shadows of nonhuman form chanting
low and steady...
"Abbrala lrala Ohma Deiosah"
Tongues darting in and out of the hideous faces as they slurp and gurgle the same gelatinous substance as first Delila saw falling from her womb down
her body in the hallway of the stalls...
"Abbrala Irala Ohma Deiosah"
A half formed human hand rested on her shoulder like a burning spike as it touched her now naked body, and began to whisper in a harsh raspy voice
"Push Delia, Push"
Waking in her bed as the afternoon sun shone through the windows, Delila saw the back of her husband standing at the door speaking in hushed tones to
an unknown older woman who held in her arms wrapped in swaddling cloth her new born babe.
Barely able to speak she formed her words carefully and simply said, "My Baby".
Turning back as he shut the door her husband made his way to the bed and holding her hand gently told her that she had lost the baby.
Somewhere in the distance she could hear, no feel,
sense her baby cry.
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