“Help!”
Arissa felt a humid, warm breath at the tip of her ear as a man held her from behind.
Thrashing reflexively, she tried to break free from his forceful embrace but to no avail.
Her eyes brimmed with fear as her body shuddered violently in desperation.
She was sold by her own father!
“Let me go!” she whimpered before her voice was eventually muffled.
“Don't be scared. I'll be sure to take responsibility,” the man blurted in a low, husky voice.
Sealing Arissa's mouth with his strong hand, the man proceeded to do whatever he wanted with his frail victim.
Nine months later, in a derelict house, the cries of a baby were heard.
“Ms. Adams, it's a boy!”
“Take him out of here!”
Danna Adams, dressed glamorously, stood outside the makeshift delivery room, pinching her nose as she scowled at the gory scene within.
A middle-aged woman who was attending inside suddenly screamed.
“What happened?” snapped Danna. Having been waiting for this child for so long, she couldn't afford any mishap.
“Ms. Adams, it's twins!” gasped the woman as she dashed out from the room, clutching a pair of newborns in her arms. “And both are boys!”
Danna threw the newborns a distasteful glance. Still covered in vernix and blood, the babies looked like two squashed potatoes. “Why are they so ugly?”
She wondered if the Graham family would reject them.
“All babies look like this when they're born. They'll look much nicer in a few days,” the woman said. She was the midwife Danna found on short notice.
“Hurry up and clean everything. I need to take them away,” Danna ordered, her hand waving dismissively.
“Yes.” The midwife doubled back into the room, put the babies aside, and started cleaning up the place.
After the grueling labor, Arissa York lay on the bed, gasping for air. Her body trembled in indignation at the callous exchange outside.
Who is this woman? Why is she taking my children...
That was when another sharp pang hit her stomach. Gritting her teeth as she started gasping, Arissa felt as if there was something else inside her that was trying to come out. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, her face was now as pale as a sheet.
My children...
“Are you done?” Danna prompted impatiently.
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