The question was first asked fairly early on. We had to repopulate the Earth, after all, and I had quite literally become the most important person who probably ever lived. So who would get access to me?
We tried diplomacy at first. Reason seemed to be the best option. That quickly became a pissing match between two 'alphas' and ended in an early death for our group. That night, the winner of that fight was killed as well, as we found his body in the morning.
Time quickly became a factor, and stress inside the group was coming to a head. We had a murdered in our midst and nobody knew who it was. I found myself at the mercy of a group of men and as the night came, I somberly wondered if I would just be raped or if I would have a choice in the matter at all. That night, one of the men ran into my room and slammed the door behind him, telling me to hide. He pulled a large cabinet in front of the door, and explained through rapping and banging, that the group had decided that whoever got to me first, would be the winner. He asked me if I had any weapon to defend myself with. I told him I had hidden a knife under my pillow and thanked him for looking after my safety. He smiled and said I was the hope for humanity, for the future, and I needed to be protected. I smiled and even through the elevation of noise outside my door, felt like I had found the one to help continue the lineage. He grabbed the knife and shouted loudly over the noise, that it was over, and that he had a knife. The noise settled and a lone voice rang in from the outside. "Do it already then".
He looked at me, his teeth shining in a grin reflected off the blade that ran shivers down my spine. "Strip and bend over. This will only take a minute"