My turn had come. It had been a long time coming. It was time for me to get married. With FIVE soldiers. That's the way it is nowadays. The world has gone to shit. Nuclear bombs. War. A virus kills 95% of women. We are now a bargaining chip. A luxury for some men... ... Who still must share us. And my time to "be useful" has come. My virginity was my greatest treasure. Always protected. Cared for. Until my 18th birthday. Now I'm in her bed. Five men around me. And they don't look like they're going to wait. It was impossible not to be "nervous". ... impossible to know I would enjoy it. But what about when they fought over me? Would I be the wife of 5 soldiers? Who will I belong to in the end? Who will protect me?