Being held captive isn't fun. Whatever you read in stories is a complete lie. I'm being held captive by twin sons. And guess what? They're evil and crazy. Which means, I can't escape. One wants me dead, the other wants to love me. Ones bad, ones good. But they get along great. One beats me, the other cares for me. I hate this. "Night, we're coming in." "And I'm going to hurt you." Great. Here goes my living nightmare...again.