If You Don't Take A Devil's Bargain, You May End Up in Hell Anyway…
The devil had me dragged out of my bed and tried to make me a deal. Get rid of my baby and he'd compensate me well. There was no way I could get rid of something that had been made out of love, even if it hadn't been planned. I don't know how he even knew. It's not like I told anyone I was pregnant, much less my fiancé’s father. But when he locked me in his study with him, he knew… and he was desperate to put an end to it.
If you don't take a devil's bargain, you may just find yourself in hell anyway. That's what happened to me. I couldn't get rid of my child, and I couldn't run… he was too fast. There were too many of them.
They ruined me that night, and dragged me into their twisted world.
There's no hope here. No color. Just captives, prisoners, each used for whatever we can provide. We just hold on as long as we can to who we used to be, until that's taken too. And while it's a horror we all endure, I'm the only one who has a ticking time bomb inside of them.
I know I'll die here. What I don't know is if my baby will, too.
