Married to my husband, Mark, for six years, I’ve never been able to get pregnant. Turns out, he has a low sperm count. Luckily, Mark has an older brother, Lucas, who refuses to marry but can still carry on the family bloodline. One night while I was working late, Mark called me frantically. "Honey, come home! Lucas is dead!" I rushed home, only to have my phone confiscated by Mark and my mother-in-law, Susan. They locked me in the basement. Lucas was lying on the floor, covered only by a towel across his midsection, which tented up suspiciously. "Lucas is dead, and our family line will die with him. While he’s still warm, you need to get pregnant by him. Now." "I'll let you out when you're done!" Susan blocked the door from the outside. "Sarah, this is your chance to give us a grandson. Lucas is Mark’s brother. If you get pregnant, we won’t hold it against you!" I pounded on the door in rage, but then I remembered what I saw. Looking at the handsome brother lying on the floor with his eight-pack abs, I agreed. 1 "Honey, come back! Lucas is dead!" I frowned at the thirty missed calls and hundreds of texts from Mark. After getting permission from my boss, I sped home. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Mark and Susan sitting on the couch, watching Netflix and cracking sunflower seeds. There was zero urgency. "Oh, Sarah, you're back? You didn't even say you were coming," Mark said, dropping the seeds in panic. "You said Lucas is dead. What happened?" I dropped my bag and eyed them suspiciously. "Sarah, it's terrible! Lucas and I got into an argument, he fell down the stairs and hit his head on the railing. He's gone." "Why was he so emotional?" Mark started crying, hugging me. Susan wiped fake tears. "My poor son! What a miserable life. Never married, died a virgin. He won't rest in peace; our family's feng shui is ruined!" I rolled my eyes at Susan's superstitious nonsense. As a modern doctor, I didn't believe in any of that, but Susan was obsessed. "Did you call the police?" Susan glared at me with venomous eyes. "Why call the police? This is a family matter, we solve it internally. Do you want people to laugh at us? Blame Lucas for having a short life!" Lucas and Mark. Night and day. I always knew Susan favored Mark, but I didn't realize it was this bad. "Where's the body? Why aren't you at the funeral home? Why call me back?" Thinking of Lucas, I felt a pang of regret. I originally dated Mark because he was somewhat my type, but after marrying into the family and seeing Lucas, I learned what "breathtaking" meant. Compared to Lucas, Mark was like tap water. One night, I came home late and saw Lucas showering with the door open. Like I was possessed, I stood there staring. Lucas was not only handsome, but... let's just say everything was bigger than Mark's. "Well, honey, aren't you a doctor?" Mark stammered. I was furious. "I'm a doctor, not a necromancer! What good am I?" "Wait, you didn't call the cops OR send him to the funeral home?" 2 "Honey, we didn't know what to do, so we put Lucas in the basement." "You go check. He's not stiff yet. Still warm!" I almost coughed up blood. I had gathered some evidence against Mark for other things, but I didn't want to be known as the wife of a murder suspect. "Mark, are you crazy? Hiding a body? Do you want to go to jail?" Mark nodded meekly, but Susan shielded him. "Sarah, watch your mouth! Mark is your husband. Don't you dare turn against family!" There wasn't a trace of sadness on her face. Lucas was way more dutiful than lazy Mark. When Susan had lung surgery, Lucas did everything while Mark played video games. "Where is he? Take me to him!" I followed Mark to the basement. A wave of heat hit me; the heater was cranked up to ninety degrees. "Why won't the lights turn on?" I flipped the switch multiple times. Nothing. The only light came from a dim nightlight deep in the room, illuminating a silhouette. "Honey, the bulb blew. Here, use my phone light. Give me yours too, two lights are better." I didn't think much of it and handed my phone to Mark. "Honey, Lucas is over there. Go check!" Mark and Susan stood at the doorway, refusing to enter. "Come in! How can I see without light?" "Please, babe, spare me. I'm scared of dead bodies, and Mom is old. Don't torture her." I rolled my eyes. You weren't scared moving him down here. I squatted down, checking Lucas's pulse and breathing. He had indeed been "dead" for a bit. There were hot water bottles around him, keeping the body warm and pliable. If I hadn't checked his pulse, I'd think he was asleep. Just as I was considering whether to run or scream, the basement door slammed shut. I rushed over and pushed. Locked. "Mark! What are you doing?! Open the door!" "Honey, you know I have a low sperm count. Lucas was our only hope. Now that he's dead, I can't let our bloodline end!" Mark’s voice changed from meek to vicious. "That's right, Sarah! Lucas just died, we have the heat on, he's still warm! He's still... capable. Hurry up and give me a grandson!" "If you wait too long, he'll get cold and it won't work!" I kicked the door. The dim yellow nightlight cast ambiguous shadows. Sleep with a corpse? Insane! "Sarah, don't play games. Unless you finish the job, you aren't coming out. You can rot in there for all I care!" After an hour of standoff, I examined Lucas's wound. Mark wasn't lying about the injury. But the blow to the back of the head looked intentional, not accidental. This was murder. If I didn't do what they said, they'd kill me too. 3 "Sarah, don't try anything. We can hear everything!" I "compromised." I wanted kids, and since Mark was useless, getting Lucas's genes wasn't the worst outcome. I walked over to Lucas. His face was chiseled like a Greek statue. The towel barely covered him. Maybe it was the heat, but I felt flustered. I took off my outer clothes. Trembling, I pulled off the towel. Would this kill me? The warm light bathed Lucas in gold. Every muscle was defined. His legs were spread open, clearly positioned by someone. "Sarah! Start already! Do you want to come out or not? We have cameras!" I looked up and saw the infrared light blinking on the ceiling. I straddled Lucas carefully. I slipped. "Ah—" I gasped. Six years of marriage, and I'd never felt anything like this. Mark was... lacking. In every department. "Sarah, what's taking so long? He's getting cold." I gritted my teeth and moved. Half an hour passed. He was still... ready. I was exhausted, collapsing onto his abs. Mark’s voice, filled with jealousy and mockery, came through the door. "Slut. You never acted like that with me. Dead fish. Turns out you have a kink. No wonder I couldn't satisfy you!" I looked at Lucas's side profile. Panic rose in my chest. What if he woke up as a zombie and ate me? I sat up and worked harder, using every trick I knew. Was it my imagination, or was Lucas moving his hips to meet me? At the critical moment, I felt like I was finally going to finish, but my body gave out first. I cried out. Suddenly, hands grabbed my waist and pulled me down hard. 4 "Ah—" I screamed. Lucas covered my mouth. "Sarah, what are you screaming for? Is it that good?!" Mark yelled from outside. I froze, forcing myself to calm down. "Mind your own business!" I lay on Lucas, whispering, "You're not dead?" "You're loud. But you..." Lucas looked me up and down, eyebrows raised. He was still... active inside me. I pulled away quickly, hovering over him to fake the motion. His pulse was weak earlier, almost nonexistent. He must have been in a deep state of unconsciousness until now. I moaned loudly to fool Mark while whispering the situation to Lucas. Lucas smiled. He had to play dead. "Since you're alive, let's burst out. Confront them." I tried to get off, but Lucas pulled me back. "You think you'll survive if we go out now?" "What do you mean?" "Mark tried to kill me. You figured that out, right?" "So? What does that have to do with me?" I had evidence of Mark's affair and was planning to divorce him anyway. "Really? You don't care about your life?" "Mark has tried to drug me before so I'd sleep with you for the 'family line.' Today, Mom tricked me into coming over, tried to drug me, and when I caught them, Mark bashed my head with a vase." "Do you think he'll let me live now that I'm awake? Do you think he'll let you live knowing all this? You're just an incubator to him!" I was terrified. Lucas was right. He was injured, and I was just a woman. We couldn't take them both. "What's the plan?" I whispered. I got dressed and banged on the door. "Let me out!" "Done? Don't try to fool me. I'm checking if you have the seed!" Susan yelled. "Check all you want. But I'm hypoxic in here, which is bad for conception!" I used medical jargon to scare them. The door opened. Mark dragged me out. "Enjoyed yourself in there, huh? Am I worse than a corpse?" "Mark, are you crazy? YOU forced me! And yes, even dead, he's better than you!" Mark raised his fist. Susan blocked him. "Son! The priority is the baby! Sarah, you better be pregnant. If you give us a son, we'll treat you like a queen!" I nodded meekly, glancing at the basement. "Mom, I might be pregnant with the heir. I'm on your side now. But I don't want to be involved in a murder. Bury Lucas now! I don't want my child's father to be a convict!"
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