Who says there's no such thing as the perfect kidnapping?

Tell that to the masked men who snatched me up in the dead of night. Three dangerous men with only one objective: to keep me for themselves.

Captured and snowbound in an isolated cabin with nothing but each other for company, I find myself at the mercy of the men who ignite my soul with a fire that only burns for them.

As the storm rages outside, an inferno burns between us that's scarier than any blizzard. These are not good, law abiding men with pure intentions. They are the rejects. Jefferson’s unwanted filth. They are the men girls are warned about. But I don’t care.

They are mine.

My filth.

My rejects.

They are everything to me, but they are keeping a secret from me. There is a clock running down to when I might lose them forever. A slap of reality waiting to strike once the storm stops that may leave me broken-hearted.