"You’ve been held hostage for two months already... oh wait, let’s make it four months," Samantha said with a smirk, her arms crossed over her chest. "That’s plenty of time for you to realize there’s no way out of here, no matter how hard you try. And if you do..." she leaned in closer, her voice dripping with venom, "I’ll happily make sure you’re punished just likest time."


    All the hairs on Anastasia’s back stood on end, a chill creeping down her spine as Samantha’s words sank in.


    Not that she was surprised by Samantha’s words, but the way she spoke about punishment made it clear she had something even harsher in mind. Something more twisted, and it seemed she was eagerly waiting for Anastasia to make the slightest mistake.


    Looking at Samantha now, Anastasia was beginning to wonder if she, Michelle, and Xander were humans.


    "Xander told me that Xavier took someone precious away from him. Was it his wife, girlfriend, or perhaps a child?"


    "And why do you want to know that?" Samantha snapped, making Anastasia flinch. "Are you perhaps going to revive the body of the girl?" Anastasia immediately shook her head. "Then don’t ask such baseless questions. You get some free time so you can leave this room and familiarize yourself with others. Maybe one of them will give you some hope before I crush it again."


    Samantha chuckled so darkly that it sent a chill down Anastasia’s spine.


    Without another word being said, Samantha turned on her heels and left the room. She didn’t lock it, which meant she was really serious when she permitted Anastasia to leave and interact with her fellow women.


    Ana scanned the room for any CCTV cameras and she spotted one just above the tiny closet. It gleamed a red color, signifying it was recording her movements.


    Anastasia walked towards the window that could barely fit a child, talk more of an adult, and the view that weed her was nothing more than a swimming pool section where she saw some other women chilling under the sunset. Anastasia hadn’t been counting, but if she was to guess the number of pregnant women she’d seen since she stepped out of the car, they would amount to a hundred.


    Sighing, she decided to leave and grab something to eat.


    As Anastasia searched for the kitchen, she encountered several women who were stealing nces at her as if she was an alien that’d justnded from space. Likethey hadn’t just seen Samantha’s henchmen dragging her inside.


    Every single corner, Anastasia would spot a heavily armed man. She’d thought the house was heavily guarded, but the <i>factory</i> was worse.


    "Do you need anything?" A woman tapped Anastasia’s shoulder, making her jolt.


    She was wearing a pink gown with a nurse standing beside her to assist her with anything. Her baby bump was so huge it seemed she would give birth anytime soon.


    She had blonde hair and stunning gray eyes that made her look ethereal. The way she smiled at Anastasia made warmth creep into her heart.


    "I was looking for the kitchen. You see, I’m extremely hungry," she responded.


    "Since you’re hungry, I can get you something to eat," said the nurse who was standing beside the heavily pregnant woman. "What would you like to have?"


    "Anything," Anastasia replied as soon as that question was asked.


    It was already evening and the only thing she had for breakfast were wet vegetables with a ss of milk—a terriblebination.


    The nurse gave her a warm smile before she excused herself to get Anastasia food.


    "Let’s go to the poolside," said the blonde woman. They walked past some women who continued to nce at Anastasia with an odd expression.


    However, Anastasia couldn’t be bothered with them. She didn’t dare make eye contact with them because all she could see was them turning into some delicious delicacy.


    "What about the nurse? Won’t she be looking for you?" She asked.


    "Oh, we were both heading to the poolside anyway so I’m sure she’ll know that’s where I’ll be."


    When they arrived near the pool, the pregnantdy settled on a pool lounger, with Anastasia sitting beside her.


    "Aren’t you the new girl that was brought here earlier by Ms. Samantha?" Ady asked, looking into Anastasia’s eyes so deeply as if she wanted to read her thoughts.


    Anastasia nodded. "Yes, I am."


    "I see, wee, wee," she said so cheerfully as if Anastasia was to jump up and p her hands like a little child. "I know you must be shocked right now, but don’t worry, we’ll take care of you."


    Although they seemed nice, Anastasia wasn’t going to let her eyes deceive her.