⚠️ Trigger Warning: Graphic physical abuse, pregnancy-related trauma, kidnapping, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Samaira’s body lay motionless, her head lolling to one side, her breathing shallow and erratic. The cold concrete floor beneath her was unforgiving, its hardness seeping into her bones as she struggled to regain consciousness. But the pain, the fear, and the confusion kept her trapped in the suffocating darkness, unable to escape.

Her hands were bound tightly behind her, rope cutting into her skin. She could feel the bruises already forming on her arms, the aching in her body where Rebecca’s rough hands had pulled and pushed her. Her head throbbed with the remnants of her earlier screams, her body still aching from the forceful way she had been dragged.

As Samaira slowly stirred, a low, mocking voice cut through the silence of the room. “You really thought you could take him from me, didn’t you?” Rebecca’s voice was twisted, filled with madness, each word laced with venomous obsession. Her figure loomed over Samaira, eyes wild with rage, as she seethed. “You think you’re the one who deserves him? I’m the one who deserves him! I was supposed to have his children, not you!

Samaira’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry and distorted. She could make out Rebecca’s figure standing over her, her posture rigid with rage. But it wasn’t just Rebecca.