I stared at the champagne flute in Brandon's hand , unable to stop the ache that rose in my chest . " I'm still pregnant , " I said , my voice trembling . " You want me to drink alcohol ? " He waved it off with a casual shrug . " It's just a glass of champagne . I already cleared it with the doctor - eight months in , the baby's stable . A little sip won't hurt . " I pushed the glass away . " I'm not drinking it . I haven't done anything wrong . Why should I apologize ? " Brandon's expression darkened instantly . " Rachel , I've been patient enough tonight . Don't push me . " Madison stepped in , her voice syrupy sweet . " Don't be so harsh , Brandon . She's still pregnant , you'll scare her . " She handed me a glass of water , blinking innocently . " Here , Rachel . Just some water to help you calm down . Brandon didn't mean to sound so intense . " I looked down at the clear liquid , my fingers tightening around the glass . " If I drink this ... can I leave ? " Before anyone could answer , I brought it to my lips and swallowed . The warmth slid down my throat - and then the heat hit . My skin prickled , my limbs grew heavy , and a crawling sensation spread across my body , like something was burrowing beneath my skin , eating me alive . " What did you give me? " I asked , panic rising as my legs gave out beneath me . I collapsed into someone's arms . Through my haze , I saw Carter's twisted smile . His hands were already on me , roaming freely . " Oh yeah , " he breathed . " Now this is way better . That sedative crap made her dead weight . This- this is more fun . " I heard Madison's laughter before I saw her . " That's the newest stuff from overseas , " she said , beaming . " It's called ' Obedience Serum . ' Makes people forget everything and do whatever you say . Tonight ? She's all yours . No limits . And Chapter 4 9.46 % tomorrow , she won't remember a thing . " " Let me go , " I managed to choke out , the last scrap of my awareness burning in my throat . But my limbs were useless . My voice was fading . All I could do was turn toward Brandon , silently begging him to stop this . He didn't even blink . He just glanced at Carter and said coldly , " Take it easy . She's still pregnant . We can't afford to lose the bet . " I stared at him in stunned silence . " You're going to regret this , " I whispered . Madison clung to his arm , giggling uncontrollably . " Oh please . You'll wake up tomorrow and still be my perfect sister - in - law . That's the beauty of the serum . " Carter leaned in close , his face twisted in anticipation . " Good girl , " he sneered . " Now get on your knees . " And just like that , my body obeyed . I dropped , helpless , my mind still conscious enough to feel the last flickers of horror before everything went black . In the darkness , I felt something tear me apart - body and soul . It was agony . Unrelenting . Total . When I came to , I was lying on the floor . Blood . So much blood . Pooling beneath me , staining everything red . " Help ... " I croaked , dragging myself toward the door , my fingers slipping in the mess . I banged weakly on the door . " Please ... help me ... " Quit faking , " someone muttered behind it . " You were moaning loud enough earlier . Get some sleep . You'll forget everything by morning anyway . Brandon's voice followed a moment later . " Now that that's done - let's get started on round two . " Then came the slam of the door as they locked me in again . Alone . I clawed the door open with what little strength I had left and crawled out . Chapter 4 9.46 % A trail of crimson followed me - my blood streaking behind me like a twisted red carpet . The next time I woke up , I was in a hospital room , the air thick with antiseptic . " Miss Moore , " the nurse said softly , eyes filled with pity , " you lost the baby . Do you want us to arrange for the remains ... ? " I stared blankly at the bundle in her hands . "Call a courier , " I said flatly . Meanwhile , Brandon and his buddies had partied the night away - completely forgetting about me . It wasn't until morning that someone reminded him I hadn't come back . Just as he stepped out of the Rosewood Elite Club , the manager rushed over . " Mr. Whitmore , your wife was rushed to the hospital last night . She ... she may lost the baby . " Brandon froze . And then , as if summoned by fate , a delivery man approached , holding a square box . " Hi , are you Brandon Whitmore ? I have a package that needs to be signed for personally . " Chapter 4 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!