Someone told me I should expose myself more. So hereâs my worst nightmare (fantasy!) :
Iâm walking home from work like I do every day. My neighborhood is quiet and pretty well-lit. Iâm listening to music and not really paying attention to my surroundings. On my route, thereâs a dark alley I usually walk past, and while it used to scare me at first, now I donât really pay it any mind. I donât see the van parked there today. Iâve barely passed the alley when someone pulls me back. I struggle, but Iâm too weak, and Iâm thrown into the back of the van. Before it starts moving, I feel a needle in my neck and fall asleep.
I wake up naked, tied up in what looks like a basement. Itâs dirty, dark, and smells musty. Iâm strapped with my legs spread apart to what looks like an old gynecological table. I notice a man standing near a table a little further away. I try to scream but Iâm gagged. The man is rummaging through my purse. He seems to be looking for something in particular.
After a moment, he turns toward me with a satisfied smile. It takes me a moment to make out what heâs holding in his hand: my pack of birth control pills, which he tosses into a trash can with an air of disgust.
The days all blend together after that. They all run into one another. Every day, my holes are used by menâthe one who kidnapped me or others. Every time, they manage to ejaculate inside me. They enjoy causing pain. Iâm barely fed, and the only liquid they allow me to drink is their urine.
But one day, they start feeding me a little more. I feel nausea coming on and realize Iâm pregnant. My belly and breasts are getting bigger. They look satisfied.
When I give birth a few months later, they donât let me see the baby. Iâm immediately hooked up to a milking machine. My milk is collected, bottled, and sold online. The man shows me the bottles with my face printed on them.
For a few months, Iâm treated better. Iâm milked three times a day, but Iâm better fed, less raped or beaten.
Until my body gradually stops producing milk. Then the hell begins again.