I knew they'd give their lives for me.
When I'd been sick as a child, Cole had drained half the blood from his body to save mine.
And after Mom and Dad died, Finn and Malcolm had treated me like the most precious thing in the world.
But not long after I was discharged, the "accidents" began.
The first time, I was dragged into the mountains.
I was thrown into a cellar like a piece of garbage. A man named Laurence Lawrence clamped handcuffs around my wrists and shackles around my ankles.
"Behave!" He slapped me hard across the face once the locks clicked shut. "From now on, you're staying here to breed for me!"
I'd been sheltered my whole life, protected by my three older brothers since the day I was born.
Nothing could have prepared me for this. I screamed until my throat tore, begging him to stop.
But that man was no human. He was a monster.
He ripped my clothes off and brutalized me through the night. Over and over and over again.
A month later.
When I found out I was carrying his child, the shock and the crushing weight of it all shattered something inside me. I collapsed.
When I woke, another two months had passed.
I found myself in a hospital bed. My brothers had rescued me.