There’s a ringing in my ears and a dry cotton feeling in my mouth. My body also feels strange in a way I never experienced before. My eyelids respond slowly in my request for them to open and my arm is unusually heavy as I attemp to lift it to my aching head.

I bend at the waist and push myself into a sitting position, all the while trying not to vomit as the room spins from sever vertigo.

Finally, my eyes focus enough to make out a dimly lit well adored room. One that is not my own.

“What the h*ll!”

I’m usually not prone to swearing but sometimes the occasion calls for it, and waking up in a strange room when you clearly remember going to sleep in your own room, would definitely call for it.

As if someone had been watching and waiting for me to wake up, the only door in the room swings open with force. In walks two identical men in expensive looking, tailored suits.

One reaches over and flicks a switch causing the room to be bathed in light. The migraine I’m having flares and my eyes feel like they will pop right out of my head with each painful pulse.

“You’ll be fine in about an hour, when the drugs fully leave your system. Drink this, it will help.” A glass of water appears in front of me being held by a large masculine hand.

I take it and set it on the near by night stand not bothering to drink it or respond. I’m not stupid. I’m drugged, obviously kidnapped, and in the presence of two alpha males who look like money isn’t an object and never hear the word no, judging by the way they stand and their attire. I won’t be casually drinking anything handed to me right now, thank you very much.

“Stubborn.” The one who handed me the glass says.

Looking at the two, I have to admit, they are extremely good looking. Very Greek features with olive complexions, black wavy hair and blue eyes. They’re also completely identical. If they weren’t moving independently of each other, I would think I was having double vision.

I continue sitting and staring at the two. Not making any move to say anything or show any signs of distress. After about ten minutes, they begin to clear their throats and fidget, clearly showing signs of being uncomfortable. Exactly what I want. It’s a common practice used in interrogations. Long silences in high stress situations makes people want to talk to make the situation less tense.

“Let me start off by saying that you are under our control and will be complying with everything we say.” The one on the right starts talking

“My brother and I have a project that you will be helping us with. In exchange we will be giving you a large sum of money and then we will never see each other again, and even though you will be compensated don’t mistake this as an offer, you don’t have a choice.” He finishes talking and then looks at me expectantly. I continue to sit there and stare.

“Is she still too drugged up for this conversation?” The one on the right turns and asks his brother.

“She should be groggy but otherwise fine.” He replies.

“Then why is she just sitting there staring at us?” He says while looking angry.

“Little girl, you will be staying with us for the forcible future. The world thinks you have quite your job for a bigger and better opportunity out of the country. You have no family that you know of and no close friends. No one will be looking for you. While your here you will obey our every command and that of our staff. You only will be released after you are done with your task.” He finishes and waits for me to response. Of course I continue saying nothing, causing a frustrated groan, from them both.

The one who spoke first grabs my arms and gives me a little shake.

“Do you understand us?” He says, with a painful squeeze. I wince and think about my response. I want to get mad. I want to tell him to get his hands off me but that would give away the little power I have right now.

“Explain.” Is the only thing I say back while maintaining my calm composure.

“You are here to give us an heir.” He says while letting go of me. I notice a smirk on his dumb face as he pulls away.

“The h*ll I am.” I shout, losing all my cool. And that’s the second time the situation called for swearing in the small amount of time I’ve been here.

The two twin Devils grin evilly.

The handsome twin on the right, folds his arms and shouts “Charles!”

A man in his mid to late thirties wearing a suit and glasses comes in with a stack of papers an inch thick and hands them to me along with a pen.

“ Ms Hope Fisher, I’m Charles, James and Jacob Black’s attorney. The paperwork you’re holding is a contact outlining your responsibilities and rights as the Black’s hired surrogate. Inside you will find rules and regulations, release of liability, terms for compensation, and a parental rights termination. In addition you will sign a non disclosure agreement. In the event that you talk about this with anyone, you will lose the rights to your compensation and face a 30 year prison sentence.”

“Let me stop you there Mr. Scumbag Attorney.” I interrupt while holding up a hand. “ The Black’s and I, as I’m sure you know, do not have an agreement so I will not be signing anything.” I toss the heavy stack of paperwork that I had briefly skimmed back at the man who catches it as it strikes his stomach.

Now let the threats begin, I think to myself, and the twins do not disappoint.

“You don’t have a choice. This contract is more for you than us. We can fake a signature and force you to comply. If it goes that way I promise you, you will regret not taking the easy way and we will also lower your compensation to half this offer.” Twin on the left says.

“Keep your money. What ever you’re willing to give away for getting a child,I promise you I am willing to forfeit the same amount for the sake of keeping my child. I will die before I let anyone take a child away from me and I have no one close to me for you to threaten, so how exactly were you going to get me to comply?” I ask in an angry tone.

“We can make your life a living hell. That orphanage you grew up in, that will be gone and the children sold off to the highest bidder. The nuns killed. The nursing home you worked for will have an unexplained illness breakout and everyone will die and as for you, you will watch it all happen and then at night we will torcher you until you pass out. Now do you still think you can win against us?” He says getting very close to my face.

*Slap*

My palm collides with the left side of his face with more force than I thought I was capable of, leaving an angry red mark with all five of my fingerprints clearly visible. The twin I just slapped, stands erect quickly and touches his now swelling cheek. Wow, I really got him good.

“Yes, I can win against you. Life is hard especially for orphans and the elderly are already going to die soon. If you think I would leave my own flesh and blood in the hands of two psychopaths who would sell children, murder the elderly, tourcher a defenseless woman, on top of kidnapping, blackmail, rape (yeah in the paperwork I skimmed, the process would be done the old fashion way) and theft, then the two of you are delusional. I’m not a saint and I won’t give up my child for the sake of others. So yes, I can and I will win over you. You have nothing I want and there is nothing you could do that would get me to comply with you. I’ll die first and that is not an empty threat!” I yell at all three of them.

I then get up on shaky legs and grab the water glass from the night stand. Before anyone can stop me, I smash the glass and use a shard to cut two slashes, one on each of my wrists. Blood immediately flows down my hands to the carpet, staining the ivory threads a bright red.

“Damn it!” The twin I didn’t slap yells then dives over the bed and wrestles the broken glass out of my hand, cutting us both in the process.

The other twin pulls two pillow cases from the pillows on the bed and uses them to tie around my wrists to slow the blood flow.

I’m an RN (registered nurse) who worked at the nursing home. Having some medical knowledge, I took a calculated risk. I needed to go for shock and awe by making a big statement. I cut myself enough to be at risk if they didn’t get me medical attention but not so much that I would bleed out before a doctor could get to me.

I have a heart of course and I don’t think that I could stand by and let all those innocents be hurt. I have to believe that these two are completely capable of doing everything they said. The only way to fight back is to let them believe I would sacrafice anything for my future child, including my life.

I am suddenly scooped up into the arms of the twin with the slap mark while the other throws his suit jacket over me. As the one carrying me heads out the door and right before I pass out I say “ I won’t give you my child!” Then everything goes black.

The brothers sit in silence as their childhood friend and personal doctor, Zack Noellen, looks over a comatose Hope. They didn’t need to take Hope far after her suicide attempt. They had a fully functioning medical facility installed in the basement of their county mansion so there would be no need for Hope to leave the building for the entire duration of her pregnancy.

Zack had also moved in and was planing on staying until Hope delivered. He had personally given Hope a full checkup when she first arrived just a few hours before, giving her a clean bill of health, injecting her with futility drugs and vitamins, and also informing both brothers that’s their child’s mother to be, is still ******.

Hope’s background check showed no serous relationships so they knew it was a possibility. Knowing the mother of their child hasn’t been touched made both the brothers happy, though they didn’t really know why.

“It’s been less than three hours from the time I did her checkup and she is already in such a state. I told you two this was a dumb idea.” Zack grumbles while stitching Hopes wrists.

“Things didn’t go as planned,” Ethan says will looking at a pale and unmoving Hope. She looks nothing like the angry hell cat that struck his face just half an hour ago.

At the time her eyes were flashing with hate and her face was flush as she shouted that she can win over him and his twin. Their first encounter with their soon to be child’s mother was certainly interesting. He wasn’t even mad that she had struck him. Instead he was impressed, she was strong, a fighter, qualities that he hoped she would pass to her offspring. She really was perfect for their surrogate.

Ethan was born James Ethan Black. He was born 3 minutes befor his brother Jacob Keith Black and those three minutes made all the difference in the twins lives. The Blacks were a powerful and wealthy family who’s fortune and control of the company, World Corporation (Named from his great great grandfathers dream to ruler over the world), is always passed down to the first born son. Being born first meant he was the lucky one who would inherit all the spoils and from birth the twin named James was pampered while Jacob was left with the scraps.

Unbeknownst to anyone, he and James had been trading places since the age of five. No one new that the two brilliant twins had such a strong bond. So much so that James couldn’t stand to see his twin treated badly. At the age of five they both gave up on their first names switching every week on who would be James and who would be Jacob. Calling each other by their middle names in private.

But now the two were in their early 30s and needed to come up with a plan regarding who would inherit the throne after they retire. Now that they both share the throne, unbeknownst to anyone else, they couldn’t decide who’s child it would be. That’s when they came up with their idea of sharing a woman to birth one child. Being identical twins their DNA was the same. If they shared a woman at the same time, their would be no way of telling who the father was between the two of them. They would then share in the role of raising the child.

First they needed to find the right woman. Someone who they could manipulate into giving up her parental rights, who didn’t have family or friends who would stick their nose into the Black’s business. Finally, they wanted a strong healthy child with good genetics, especially since they weren’t going to be getting a good pedigree from the mother.

To find this person, they took over several blood bank organizations. They would secretly do genetic testing on any female who was within the ages of 18 to 35 who had passed all the background requirements.

Then one day Hopes file landed on their desk. She was genetically perfect. 25 years old. No abnormalities, no markers for diseases, and the genetic traits she did have showed her children will likely be strong, tall , with black hair and blue eyes, like ours. She also had markers for high intellect and strong immunity.

When Keith and I saw her photo we knew we had to have her. She was tall, thin, white skin, and black hair. She looked just like the fictional character Snow White but with sex appeal. We couldn’t have designed a more perfect woman and she was all alone in the world.

We figured she would be a pushover. She volunteered regularly at the orphanage she grew up in. She never left that orphanage until she aged out at eighteen and according to her file she had strong ties to the staff and kids. In addition she was a registered nurse in a retirement home and seemed to really love her work and every month she donated blood like clock work.

However we were so wrong about her. With all our power and influence, I was doubting if we really could get this little cat to comply with our plan. Looking over at Keith, I could tell he was thinking the same.

“Any woman who would just give up a kid for money to perfect strangers who had kidnapped her, is a terrible human being and if they’re a terrible human being then they don’t meet the requirements you’re looking for. So I’m not sure what you two dumb a**es expected. I know you’re ruthless in business but that’s business. To do what you had planned to this girl, you’re destroying her future family. Think about it. She’s an orphan. What did you think her reaction would be when two a**holes kidnap her and tell her she will be imprisoned, raped, and then her child stolen.” Zack continues to yell at the two. He had tried to talk his friends out of this idea when they first told it to him but they were stubborn in their decision. Zack only agreed to help with the thought of trying to help who e er they chose.

“Enough Zack!” Ethan barks. “Just tell us how she is.”

“Well not good. She’ll live but she lost a lot of blood. She’ll need time to recover.” Zack says, still fuming but not yelling anymore.

“How long?” Keith asks.

“At least a month. I’ll also need to monitor her mental health closely. This may have just been a knee jerk reaction but if it’s not then she could try again and we may not be so lucky.” Zack replies. In the that month I will find a way to help her. Zack thinks to himself.

“Alright, you can watch her until she recovers. She will stay in her room and will not leave it. Keith and I will visit her regularly.” Ethan turns to Keith. “Let’s go talk with Charles. I think we need to give our little kitty a new reason to appreciate life and to do as she’s told.” The twins smile at each other and exit the room.

Zack looks worried and vows again to do what he can to protect this girl.