Having lost their wombs, I reunited
them in prison
Chapter 1
I was three months pregnant when I got
snatched. Just like that, bam, I was in some
dingy basement, tied to a chair.
When I saw Mike walk in, I thought I was saved.
I actually felt a surge of relief. But then he
stops right in front of me and stomps hard on
my hand.
“Alright, you get three hours. Three hours to
beg for help. If any of them come to get you, I’ll
let you go. Sound fair?” He says with this
twisted smirk that makes my skin crawl.
He’s pointing at my phone on the floor. It’s got
three group chats open: one with my parents
and their side of the family, one with my brother
and his wife, and the last one with Mike’s
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“Think hard about who you wanna call first,
babe. ‘Cause every time someone hits ‘decline‘
on me, you’re gonna catch another beating.”
Later, after what felt like an eternity, I was
finally rescued. But all anyone cared about was
getting me to sign some paper, some statement
saying Mike hadn’t done anything wrong.
They had no idea. The guy they were trying to
protect was the same one that was gonna ruin
their lives.
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I hunched down on the floor, tried to make
myself as small as possible.
When I heard footsteps, a sliver of hope flared
in my chest. It was Mike.
“What the hell do you want? Dragging me here
wasn’t enough, you gotta bring Mike into this
too?” I shout, my voice shaking.
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Mike just laughed, then nodded to the two guys behind him. They just looked at me, blank. They walked forward and I started scrambling
backward, but one of them grabbed my hair
and hauled me to my feet. He threw me down in front of Mike, and I landed on my hands and
knees, feeling every bruise bloom on my skin. I reached out to touch Mike’s pant leg, begging him to stop.
“Keep your grubby hands off me, you hear?” He says with disgust, grinding his heel into the
back of my hand.
“Alright, you get three hours. Three hours to
beg for help. If any of them come to get you, I’ll let you go. Sound fair?”
I stared at my phone, the three group chats
burning on the screen. They’re my family, but
would they even bother to help me?
Mike must have seen me hesitating, because he
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pressed down harder. “Think hard about who you wanna call first, babe. ‘Cause every time someone hits ‘decline‘ on me, you’re gonna catch another beating.”
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I looked up at him, incredulous. “Do you even realize what you’re doing?” I choked out, clutching my stomach.
“I’m pregnant, Mike! With your kid!” It was supposed to be a surprise, a big reveal. I was daydreaming about how excited he’d be just moments ago, and now…now I’m trapped here because of him.
Mike laughed. It wasn’t a happy sound.
It was mocking.
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“You don’t deserve to have my kid, Katie.
Seriously, why else do you think I planned all of
this?”
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Mike gestured for his guys to drag me inside
some utility closet, and then they all left.
“Well? Who are you gonna call?”
I clamped my mouth shut. I refused to believe
my sweet, gentle husband could be like this.
But then the first blow landed, and I had no
choice but to face the truth. It was the same
man I’d slept beside every night for the past
year.
His slaps were hard, each one harder than the
last. At first I could feel the pain, but then my
face just went numb, my vision swimming.
He finally stopped, breathless, and yelled at me:
“Who are you calling first?!”
I admit it, I caved. I wanted to live. Right now,
Mike was a rabid dog, completely lost to
himself.
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I opened my mouth to speak, but he slapped me
again before the sound even came out.
“I’ve put up with you for way too long,
pretending to be all weak and innocent! Why
couldn’t it have been you that died?!”
I gaped at him, and he hit me again.
“What are you looking at?! Get over there and
make the goddamn call!”
Mike sat down heavily, breathing hard, staring
daggers at me.
I struggled to my feet, but Mike kicked my legs
out from under me before I could even stand
straight. “Did I say you could stand?
The kick sent me crashing into the corner of
the room, just missing the edge of a table. At
least I didn’t land on my stomach.
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But then I felt a warm trickle on my forehead.
I touched my face, and my fingers came away bloody.
“What do you want?” I ask, my voice trembling. “We were good together, you and I, we…”
“Shut up!”
Mike roared, charging at me and slapping me
again. “Every time I touched you, I was
disgusted. Good? You’re nothing! You’re not fit to lick her boots!”
Mike shoved the phone in my face. “Make the call!”
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My hand shook as I tapped my parents‘ group
chat.
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To my surprise, they answered almost instantly.
“Mike, is everything alright? Is there anything we can do?”
“Mom…” I stammered, trying to keep the sobs from rising in my throat.
“Katie? What are you doing with Mike’s phone? Don’t you know better than to call without even showing your face, young lady?”
I cried out: “Mom, help me! Please help me! He’s going to kill me!”
