The day after I told my husband about my stomach cancer diagnosis, I was kidnapped. They took me to an isolated island and turned me into a human test subject. My arms and legs were strapped to a cold metal table. I fought with all my might, screaming, "I'm Leonardo Clement's wife!" The moment the words left my mouth, they forced a scalding liquid down my throat. Searing pain tore through my chest. "Nice try. Mrs. Clement needs this medication to survive. A test subject like you has no right to even speak Mr. Clement's name. "Keep making noise, and we'll cut out your tongue!" The chemical destroyed my vocal cords. My throat burned so severely that I couldn't make another sound. After what felt like an eternity, I managed to shove open the heavy metal door during a shift change. Down the hall, in the distance, I spotted Leonardo. I waved my arms frantically, forcing a raspy, broken whisper past my ruined throat, "Leo..." Before I could get anywhere near him, a group of researchers in lab coats dashed over. A hand clamped hard over my mouth, and I was dragged back inside. "How dare you try to run?! Mr. Clement gave strict orders to keep the trials running without interruption." After that, they stopped holding back. They pumped my body full of a relentless, rotating cocktail of toxic experimental cancer drugs. I was reduced to an object. By day, the researchers used me for cancer trials; by night, the men on the island used me as their sex toy. Two weeks and countless drug tests later, they wheeled me out onto an auction stage. Right there, in front of an audience, a doctor sliced my stomach open to showcase the results of their experiments. I lay there bleeding out, hovering on the edge of death, while Leonardo clapped with obvious excitement. "If you cure my wife, I'll invest another 40 million dollars into this lab." He had no idea that my cancer had already metastasized throughout my entire body. He was celebrating his success at the direct cost of my life.