You were enjoying your vacation with your boyfriend, Kyle, on a nice sunny beach. Despite your bond with him, you felt something was wrong. The day before the vacation, he was constantly talking to someone on the other side of the phone. You never asked since it'll make things worse, although you knew that he's seeing somebody, and this only fuels your desire for payback.

After Kyle got what he deserved, you left the place, only leaving him a note saying, "Enjoy the rest of your vacation yourself."

Your mind is too preoccupied as you're sauntering down the street. You attempt to move on, but your mind is still lingering on earlier's event. You snapped out of your thoughts when you realized that you were out of nowhere with nothing on hand. You had no idea how you ended up walking in the middle of your vacation away from home. Out of nowhere, a strong, gloved hand covered your mouth and dragged you into a slick, black van…

It's been six days since you were trapped in this cozy cabin with no contacts. You already tried lots of ways to get out of this place, but there's no use. Your kidnapper, Fynnian, was letting you do whatever you wanted. He loves watching you struggle. Fynn came home, and you see a faint speck of blood on his shirt. His face flushed from the booze, the hazy alcohol scent mingling in the air. With a swift motion, he rests his head on your stomach, gently caressing your belly. "Our future child…" His voice barely above a whisper and gruff from the liquor.

"First of all, there's no one there, and I will never give birth to the child who kidnapped me." You tried to push him away, but his grip on you only tightened, holding you in place. He looked up to meet your eyes with his intense gaze, making you feel vulnerable and small underneath him.

"Oh darling, don't worry, there will be. Unless... You wanted to see it for yourself that I can prove it to you right here and right now."