Someone told me I should expose myself more. So here’s my worst nightmare (fantasy!) :
I’m walking home from work like I do every day. My neighborhood is quiet and pretty well-lit. I’m listening to music and not really paying attention to my surroundings. On my route, there’s a dark alley I usually walk past, and while it used to scare me at first, now I don’t really pay it any mind. I don’t see the van parked there today. I’ve barely passed the alley when someone pulls me back. I struggle, but I’m too weak, and I’m 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. It’s dirty, dark, and smells musty. I’m 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 I’m 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 he’s 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 men—the one who kidnapped me or others. Every time, they manage to ejaculate inside me. They enjoy causing pain. I’m 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 I’m pregnant. My belly and breasts are getting bigger. They look satisfied.
When I give birth a few months later, they don’t let me see the baby. I’m 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, I’m treated better. I’m milked three times a day, but I’m better fed, less raped or beaten.
Until my body gradually stops producing milk. Then the hell begins again.
