Due to the fact that they believed I had undergone extreme emotional stress, which may have been caused by sexual trauma, kidnapping, and torture, they had to open up an investigation; they took pictures of the branding symbol in my body and looked for other signs of abuse. However, I didn't have none except for the bump on my head. I cried; it may have been a chance that I was kidnapped and tortured? is that also how I got pregnant? Could my kidnapper have raped me? Now I was debating whether I wanted my memories to return and find the father of my child.I hope they find out who did that to me, and then that person will answer all of my questions.We were in a small town with a population of 2,000. It looks like a peaceful place; almost everyone around here knew each other. I think it's a matter of time before they found out who I was."What should we name you for now?" Danny said, breaking me out of my thought."I don't know, Danny,""You want me to call you Danny?" I shook my head

I will never forget that day when we decided to get drunk and reckless one night and ended up getting kidnapped. Our kidnappers had called Mr. Armsberg and demanded ransom, all he said was that he doesn't negotiate with anyone and they can do as they please with us since we were the ones who got ourselves in that mess. That was the day that I realized that nothing can ever break Stone. I was scared shitless, but can you blame me? we were 14 years old. I remember begging the kidnappers to let us go like a fucking pussy and we would give them the money ourselves, but it didn't work, rather we got beaten for begging. we spent 5 days in that horrible basement, getting whipped, Stomped on, and beaten by different people each day, they treated us like we were some type of punching bag for them to train with.On the fifth day when I got a tooth knocked out of my mouth, Stone said enough and we planned to beat up the guys one by one as they enter the basement, and that's exactly what we did, o

I sat down on the balcony gazing forward at the sky as the sunset. It's so pretty today, a pale tint of orange mixed with a light shade of pink. Simple things like watching the sunset by myself, going to the beach, having a picnic, and taking a night walk or a morning walk alone make me happy. I just love the feeling of being alone, just me and my babies. Not having anyone breathing behind my neck, or telling me shit is too dangerous for me to do makes me feel at peace.It looks like my body knows things that my mind doesn't because why would simple things like that make me feel so happy and free? It's been a few months and I still don't know anything about myself. It seems like my memories aren't coming back anytime soon, or maybe never. But at this point, I don't care, I've been accustomed to this life with Avery and Danny. Nothing ever goes wrong over here, other than me and Avery fighting for food. Because he thinks he can just walk up and grab my food when he has already finished

I blinked my eyes open to wake up from my sleep and instantly, yesterday's memories flooded my head. Danny and Avery are gone. I started crying and looking around the room, I was laying down on a big fluffy king-size bed in a spacious white-colored room.Where am I?I quickly stood up and was shocked as I looked in a big mirror in front of the bed and found myself dressed up in a beautiful long white wedding dress with my makeup and hair done beautifully. I looked beautiful, what the fuck. I stare at myself in disgust as it didn't take a genius to know that I was going to be forced into a marriage. I would say over my dead body but, I'm pregnant, and that's a risk I am not willing to take. I know that sadly I will follow their orders because I don't want my babies hurt.What kind of sick individual would want to do something like this to another? just then the door was slammed open and my heart constricted as I saw the same scary man from before, he was the most beautiful man I have ev

My dad explained how I had gotten in Stone's hold. He told me how he drove us here a year ago and turned his back on me. I forgive him, whatever happened to me was not his fault, and I can not blame one's actions on another.I rubbed my big round belly and almost chuckled as my twins started kicking. Five more weeks left, and they will be here. I am excited and frightened. Frightened of the world I will be bringing them onto, but excited about meeting and raising them to be great human beings.My twins are the ones who have been keeping my mind sane. They are the ones who are pushing me to fight the dark hole that tries to consume me. Countless times, I wanted to cry and scream my frustration at my Stone, but the thoughts of my babies stopped me.I looked up and stopped dead in my track. There. At the end of the staircase, Stone stood dressed in his black two-piece suit with a black jacket draped around his arm. The black ink marked permanently on his skin— my name— peaks out from his