On the day I held Alexander’s urn at our wedding ceremony, I moved alone into what was supposed to be our new home. Little did I know that as soon as I stepped through the door, his younger brother Lucas would pin me against the wall. “My mother blames you for my brother’s death,” he hissed. “She says I have to father children with all my brothers’ widows to continue the family line.” Margaret, my mother-in-law, had people guarding the main entrance. My sisters-in-law rushed in to hold down my legs as they dragged me kicking and screaming into the bedroom. I fought with every ounce of strength, slamming my head against the wall until blood ran into my eyes. But even then, they wouldn’t let me go… After the memorial service for Alexander and his two older brothers, I was shoved into the bedroom. Lucas sat on what should have been my wedding bed, his eyes filled with lust as he loosened his tie. “I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he said with a smirk. “You’re finally mine.” The room, still decorated with wedding symbols, suddenly went dark. I felt like a fish on a chopping block as my clothes were torn away. “Lucas! Have you lost your mind?” I screamed. “Your whole family has gone crazy! I’m your sister-in-law!” “So what?” He laughed coldly. “I’ve already had my way with my other two sisters-in-law. You’re no different.” His rough lips traced my forehead, mouth, collarbone, and chest. His hands groped my frail body mercilessly. I was paralyzed with disbelief, unable to process what was happening. Was this the same man who had been sobbing uncontrollably at his brother’s funeral just two weeks ago? “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you in my brother’s place,” he whispered. I stared at his face, so different from Alexander’s, and struggled with all my might. I banged my head against the floor, desperate to escape. “Get off me! Don’t touch me!” A storm raged outside as Lucas lost patience. He lifted me up and tied my hands to the bedpost. “Don’t touch you? My mother says I’m the only son left. I have to ‘sacrifice’ myself to give all of you children for my dead brothers.” “I suggest you cooperate,” he threatened. “Or do you want to see what happened to my other two sisters-in-law?” Of the four sons in the family, including my husband, three had died. I couldn’t believe Margaret wanted Lucas to father children with all of us widows. How could they propose something so immoral without fear of divine retribution? From outside the room, Margaret’s voice drifted in like a ghost’s whisper. “Stop pretending to be pure. Women’s bodies are made for men to use.” “Listen here, you sluts killed my sons. You owe me grandchildren as compensation. Otherwise, this old lady will kill you herself, and no one would blame me.” Cold air seeped into the room. I tried to curl up, but Lucas stopped me. The chill spread from my chest to my limbs as I bit my lip, filled with murderous rage. If Alexander’s spirit was watching, how could he bear this? The assault continued. “What, afraid someone will hear? My brother is dead. He can’t hear anything anymore.” “Acting like a whore but still pretending to be virtuous.” The pain was excruciating, but I refused to make a sound. He grabbed my hair and slammed my forehead against the floor repeatedly. “If you won’t behave, I’ll teach you a lesson!” I clenched my jaw, letting the tears flow silently. Death would be preferable to this hellish existence. I closed my eyes, praying for a swift end. The torment lasted all night. As dawn broke, the room finally fell silent. Heaven had ignored my fervent prayers. I hadn’t died, but remembered every detail of the previous night’s horrors with painful clarity. After Lucas fell asleep, I dragged my battered body out of the room. They had taken my phone, leaving me no way to contact the outside world, but I had to find a way to call for help. The few steps from the bedroom to the staircase felt like miles. With each step, I left a trail of blood on the carpet, my strength rapidly fading. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. I looked up to see several women standing at the corner of the hallway. Two of them, disheveled and gaunt, were the sisters-in-law who had helped Lucas restrain me. My gaze fell on a woman huddled in the corner. When I recognized her face, a chill ran down my spine. It was Emily, Lucas’s wife. Emily stared at me blankly before bursting into maniacal laughter. Veins bulged on her forehead as she shrieked, “Die! Die! Die!” She lunged at me like a madwoman, but a chain around her neck kept her tethered to the railing. “You…” Before I could finish, a fist flew past me and struck Emily in the stomach.
She collapsed to her knees but didn’t try to stand. Instead, she looked up at Lucas with a twisted smile. The other two women crawled over, nuzzling Lucas’s ankles like dogs. He grabbed one by the collar and sneered, “Come on, bark for me.” The woman obediently barked twice, even wagging her nonexistent “tail” like an animal. Lucas seemed pleased and lightly slapped her face. “Are you hungry?” She cupped her cheek, her eyes misting over. “I’m so hungry… so hungry…” Her emaciated body looked as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. Lucas ordered someone to bring leftover food, which was dumped on the floor in front of them. The women lapped it up with their tongues like dogs, pausing only to thank Lucas between bites. “Thank you, master. Thank you, master.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was this really Emily, the vivacious socialite I had once known? My hands trembled uncontrollably at my sides, but even in the depths of my terror, I refused to cry. Alexander had taught me never to let the enemy see my fear. Lucas approached me, smiling as he whispered in my ear, “Enjoying the show, sister-in-law?” “Want to know what it feels like to be a dog?” His threat was clear. They had no shame, no limits to their cruelty. Shivering, I couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you afraid of karma for doing this?” “If your brother were still alive…” Before I could finish, a powerful force slammed me against the wall. Lucas’s face contorted with rage as he pinned me there. Like a wild beast, he looked ready to tear me apart. “Don’t you dare mention that dead man to me,” he snarled. “Alexander is rotting in his grave. Say his name again, and I’ll grind his bones to dust.” The hatred in his voice shocked me. Memories of the past flooded my mind. Since college, Alexander had worked five part-time jobs, toiling day and night. “My two older brothers are sickly, and my younger brother is still a child. I’m the family’s only hope,” he used to say. I worried about his health, but he never complained. “My mother struggled to put four kids through school. As the eldest, I should help support the family.” At just over twenty, his hands were already as calloused as a middle-aged laborer’s. Yet despite all his efforts, Margaret never showed him any kindness. After his death, Lucas shamelessly took credit for Alexander’s research projects, using them to advance his own career. They were never a real family. They were just parasites feeding off Alexander’s hard work. Noticing my hateful glare, Lucas smirked and ordered the servants to keep me under strict surveillance. “If anything happens to her, I’ll break your bones and feed them to the dogs,” he threatened. I was now a prisoner in my own home. For seven days, I tried everything to escape, only to be met with Lucas’s increasingly sadistic abuse. Yet even as they tormented me, they made sure to feed me regularly, never allowing me the chance to take my own life. “Wake up, sleepyhead. How long are you planning to rest?” After another night of torture, I had passed out. When I came to, I found Margaret standing before me with two men in white coats. A sense of foreboding washed over me. “What are you planning?” Margaret said nothing, motioning for the men to hold me down on the bed. “Just give her the injections. Two shots of estrogen should be enough to get her pregnant.” The needle pierced my skin, sending the drug coursing through my veins. The dose was potent. My entire body ached unbearably. “How can you do this without fear of damnation?” I gasped. “Damnation?” Margaret lifted my chin. “If I hadn’t sent him to bring you dinner that night, he wouldn’t have gotten into that car accident.” “You’re the one who caused my son’s death. If anyone’s going to hell, it’s you!” That night, I had been working late. Alexander, worried about me, called to say he was bringing me some soup. I waited happily in my cubicle for him to arrive. But the next call I received was the news of his death. “Only 26 years old, found clutching a lunchbox. Such a tragedy,” they told me. I knelt in the morgue for two days straight, not eating or drinking. I never even got to see his face one last time. “You say I caused Alexander’s death?” I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity. “You lost your husband young, and now three sons in middle age. Who has the cursed fate here, you or me?” “People like you and Lucas don’t deserve children. Your bloodline deserves to end!” If they had cared even a little for Alexander or his brothers, they could never treat us this way. Once, I had hoped to be a good daughter-in-law and sister-in-law after marriage. But these inhuman monsters didn’t deserve to be called family. “I’d rather die than give your family an heir!” I spat. Margaret’s face darkened as she glared at me. I met her gaze unflinchingly. “Increase her dosage,” she ordered. “We’ll see if you can resist getting pregnant then.” A new wave of pain washed over me. I curled into a ball, whimpering. Margaret slapped me hard across the face. “You bitch. I’ll only tolerate you until the baby is born.” “If it weren’t for my son’s sake…” She snorted and left the room without finishing her sentence. I closed my eyes, feeling utterly drained. The pain in my abdomen threatened to consume me. At last, I could no longer hold back my tears.
I was pregnant. When the constant nausea and missed period coincided, I knew there was no escaping it. My blood ran cold. I slapped myself hard, wanting to cry but finding no tears left. Despite taking cold showers and forcing myself to vomit up the prenatal vitamins, I couldn’t prevent the pregnancy. I stared at my still-flat stomach in the mirror, remembering how Alexander and I used to dream about having a baby someday. His greatest wish was to give me, an orphan, a real family of my own. But now… the life growing inside me wasn’t a blessing. It was the product of a heinous crime. “Alexander, if you knew I was carrying your brother’s child, would you hate me?” “No… you’re too good. You’d never blame me…” I crouched in the bathroom, shivering despite the rising temperatures outside. I couldn’t keep it. I submerged my face in the sink, letting the water wash away my tears. No matter what it took, I had to get rid of this baby. “Hiding in the bathroom again? What are you plotting now?” Lucas suddenly pushed open the door, eyeing me suspiciously. “I’m warning you, don’t try anything stupid. You’ll never escape.” His hand caressed my back, making my skin crawl. A crazy idea flashed through my mind. Fighting back nausea, I turned and draped my arms around his neck, forcing a smile. “What could I possibly be plotting? Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Lucas was stunned for only a moment before chuckling. He swept me up and carried me to the bedroom. He stripped off my clothes efficiently and entered me without any preparation. I batted my eyelashes seductively, my delicate arms encircling his neck. But even as I forced myself to play along, I couldn’t truly give myself to someone I despised. I closed my eyes, desperately pretending the man above me was Alexander. This was all just a nightmare. He had never left me. Tears slid down my cheeks. Lucas, misinterpreting my reaction, seemed pleased. “Finally come around, have you?” “Realizing how good I am to you?” I suppressed the urge to strangle him, the discomfort in my body reaching its peak. “Harder, please?” I whispered. Encouraged, Lucas increased his efforts. Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid flowing from within me… “What the hell? You’re on your period and you still seduced me?” Lucas noticed something was wrong and shoved me away. There was a lot of blood. As my body relaxed, it gushed out steadily. I smiled at him serenely. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. This isn’t menstrual blood.” “It’s your child’s life.” I laughed grimly as darkness engulfed me. … Outside the emergency room, Lucas berated Margaret. “You senile old hag! How could you not know she was pregnant?” Margaret defended herself, “I was planning to take her for a checkup in a few days. But she said she had her period, so I didn’t think…” “No excuses. The child must be saved at all costs. If not, I won’t let either of you off the hook.” The light in the emergency room went out, and the doctor emerged. “We made it just in time. The mother and child are safe, but you must be very careful from now on. No more intercourse.” I was still unconscious, but I vaguely heard the doctor’s words. Why? Even after all that, the baby was still alive? It clung to me like a malignant tumor, impossible to remove. Endless despair consumed me. The physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish in my heart. No, I couldn’t give up hope. While the mother and son were away, I caught the eye of the nurse who came to give me an injection. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom. Could you please take me there?” She nodded and helped me into a wheelchair. The hospital corridor bustled with patients and visitors. No one paid me any attention. The main entrance was so close. My heart raced with anticipation. Just a little further… “Where do you think you’re going?” Lucas stood guard at the door. Tall and imposing in his crisp suit, he radiated an aura of authority. As the nurse began to explain that she was taking me to the bathroom, I suddenly stood up, shoving the wheelchair away. I ran frantically towards another exit. The searing pain made me stumble, and Lucas quickly caught up to me. He bent down, his gold-rimmed glasses glinting. His hands gripped me tightly as he smirked, “Did you really think you could escape?” I couldn’t. Despair washed over me. Was I doomed to spend the rest of my life with this monster? Never. I bit down hard on Lucas’s fingers. He yelped in pain and loosened his grip. Seizing the opportunity, I used my remaining strength to climb onto the window ledge of the corridor. Without hesitation, I jumped.
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