Anna’s POV The moment his words sank in, my stomach dropped. “They’re already on their way… the ones you won’t be able to refuse.” I swallowed hard, pressing my hands over my stomach instinctively. The babies stirred violently, small fists against the force of my palm. They were aware. They always were. My chest felt tight. The room—the broken, battered facility—felt smaller than ever. I looked at him. The man who had just claimed he “owned” me in some way. He was calm. Too calm. Watching me, waiting. The weight of the situation pressed on me like nothing I had ever felt. I wasn’t just fighting for myself anymore. Not even for Sam. Not even for the masked figure or my mother. I was fighting for them. The babies. And suddenly, I realized… I didn’t even know who “they” were. Sam’s Desperation Sam moved beside me. Gripping my shoulder tightly. “You don’t have to do this alone, Anna,” he said, voice low, almost desperate. I turned toward
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