The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts reeked of rot and despair. Inside, Amanda’s belly was alarmingly swollen–grotesquely large. She was going into labor.. Agonizing waves of pain tore through her, drenching her in sweat. Suddenly–splash! A basin of ice cold water was dumped over her, soaking her from head to toe, making her shiver violently where she was tied to an iron pillar. Before she could even catch her breath, a cruel voice cut through the air. “Amanda, hand over the formula for the Nectar of Fragrance.” Her bloodied face, carved with fresh wounds, lifted slowly. She stared in horror at the two people standing before her….