I met Yahir four months ago.

When I graduated from college, I couldn't find a job. My family couldn't afford to support me anymore, so I went to work in a factory with my high school diploma.

Yahir was my team leader. He was six years older than me and took very good care of me from the beginning.

His meticulous and considerate pursuit of me warmed the heart of a woman who had left her hometown to work.

In the second month of our relationship, we got the marriage certificate.

Not long after, I became pregnant.

On the day I went to the hospital for confirmation, he brought me to this villa in the suburbs.

I thought it was a surprise, but it turned out to be a shock.

He said to wait for a while, but I ended up being locked up overnight.

The next morning, Yahir came to open the door.

He appeared utterly exhausted, with pronounced bags under his eyes, suggesting he'd spent the entire night with her.

"Come out. Your good days are over."

I followed him into the living room.

Carissa was heavily made up, dressed to the nines, and lounging comfortably on the sofa with her fat body.

"Kneel down and listen to me," said Carissa.

"I bow my head in reverence to the heavens above, the earth beneath my feet, and the memory of my ancestors. Who do you imagine yourself to be?"

I stood there, not falling for her tricks.

Carissa grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and smashed it at my feet.

She was so fast that by the time I reacted, the top of my left foot had already been smashed, and blood was flowing continuously.

I sat on the ground, with a face full of pain.

But Yahir remained indifferent.

Carissa impatiently snapped at Yahir, "With such low intelligence, even her child is an idiot. It's better to bury her and have another woman give birth."

I took a deep breath. "What kind of place had I come to, where human life was cheap?"

Perhaps Yahir still had some feelings for me; he said something to protect me, "Natural conception is too troublesome. She hasn't figured out the situation yet. Give her some time."

Carissa snorted and stared at me with a sinister look, "My name is Carissa Farnham, do you know who I am now?"

I was so shocked that I couldn't feel the pain in my feet.

Although I hadn't seen the biggest boss since I entered the factory, I had seen the chairman's name on the documents.

"Is she the one who can stamp the company seal on her name?" I thought.

"Your marriage certificate is fake; we are the real couple; when Carissa said this, she glanced at Yahir ambiguously.

Yahir hurriedly kissed her on the face in response.

I feel not only disgusted, but also contaminated myself.

"He needs to have a child and send it back to his hometown to raise. From now on, you will be the nanny of this house and obediently give birth to the child here. Maybe I can let you leave alive."

"I won't keep this child. What era is it? Can you still be so lawless?" I spoke.

Unable to have children, the old woman devised a cunning plan to satisfy Yahir's family in his hometown by letting me get pregnant.

I would never be willing to become their tool for giving birth.

Carissa's face froze, "You don't know how to appreciate. Take her to the basement."

Yahir lifted me up and walked through the invisible door under the stairs, leading to the dim basement.

This place was like a world of inhumanity.

Several men and women who couldn't even lift their heads were tied up.

They were in a dazed state, their naked bodies marred by festering wounds.

Eating, drinking, and excreting were all done within a one-meter radius. Even with a ventilation fan, the smell was indescribable.

My stomach churned.

But Yahir introduced them to me as if nothing was out of the ordinary, "These are the unsatisfactory nannies. They are already missing persons and will never get out in this lifetime. And those..." He paused, "They are men who Mrs. Farnham has used up. They will be kept alive until they die."

"Are they fools? Can't they escape?"

"Escape?"

Yahir laughed and took out his phone to read out the address of my home.

I shivered.

"If they ran away, and the ones tied up here are their closest people. Take him for example..." Yahir pointed at a man with broken legs and a swollen face. "When he still had strength, he escaped once, but Mrs. Farnham caught his younger brother and his mother, and his father obediently sent him back. Don't you want to tie up your mother here one day?"

This was a demon's den, a purgatory!

I was nervous and scared, tears streaming down my face.

Yahir pinched my face, forcing me to remember this scene before me, "Give birth to the child honestly, and you still have hope of getting out alive. If you don't obedient, this is where you belong. Jolie, you're not a fool. You know how to choose, right?"

I was threatened by everything in front of me and became the maid of this villa.

But I was constantly planning to escape from here.

The barbed wire on the villa's walls was electrified and monitored.

Climbing over the wall was not an option.

If I wanted to run out through the main gate, I had to pass through two checkpoints, which were not usually opened simultaneously.

So the method of rushing out when they drive home was also not feasible.

I found myself unable to escape.

Then, things got worse one after another.

Carissa took away all my personal belongings and put shackles on me.

Every night after finishing work, Yahir would lock me in the storeroom and let me out in the morning.

Although Carissa said that as long as I obeyed, she would spare my life after I gave birth to the child.

But her behavior of not hiding anything from me made it difficult for me to believe I could get out alive.

That day, she brought an old man back from outside.

I knew this old man, he was the financial director of the factory, Samir Leigh.

Samir had already been taught a lesson before he came.

He was completely limp.

Carissa threw him to the ground with one hand and stepped on his head, but he didn't struggle at all.

At this moment, Yahir dragged a girl covered in injuries out of the basement.

When Samir Leigh saw her, his lifeless eyes suddenly lit up, "Tina, Tina..."

He started struggling, but Carissa stepped on him harder, making him unable to move.

Without hesitation, Yahir threw the girl into the large fish pond in the room.

The fish in this pond were all ugly and had sharp teeth.

The calm surface suddenly churned up waves as soon as the girl entered the water.

The water in the entire fish pond gradually changed color, and the room was filled with terrifying screams.

Looking at Carissa's calm expression, I knew that she had done this kind of thing before.

"Samir, you were chosen as the scapegoat by everyone. If you don't go to the police station to take responsibility this time, your wife, your son, and your parents will all die like your daughter."

After Carissa finished speaking, she deliberately glanced at me.

I understood her warning and trembled in fear.