"Please, I beg you, James, you don't have to do this" One of the men that dragged me out of the room is tying my hands together. Tears roll down my eyes as the time of doom for my child nears. I can't believe I ran away from Thomas to protect my child, and I will lose it to the same monster who took my first one. God! What have I done to deserve such punishments?

"Begging won't do you any good. I advise you make peace with your baby before we begin" James unbuttons his ...