One Shots

Breeding Heat

I woke up in a daze, my body feeling weak and my mind groggy. The memories of the morning flooded back, the injections they had administered. It was too much.

The sterile walls of my cell closed in on me, a constant reminder of the captivity that had become my existence. The needles they had used on me, without explanation or consent, had taken their toll. I knew deep down that such invasive procedures were bound to have consequences, especially given the unsettling news they had shared. I would breed today.

I remained trapped in this nightmarish world. My only connection to the outside was the fleeting glimpses I caught through the narrow windows, which offered little solace. Time slipped away, and with each passing day, I grew more detached from the life I once knew.

Locked away by these wolves, subjected to their merciless experiments, I had become a mere pawn in their twisted game. The lab tests I had endured before were nothing compared to the escalating horrors they now inflicted upon me. How much more could I endure? As I sat there, contemplating the dire situation I found myself in, a flicker of defiance ignited within me. No matter the obstacles, no matter the pain, I refused to be silenced. I vowed to fight back, to uncover the truth, and to reclaim my identity. With every ounce of strength left within me, I whispered a silent promise: I would escape this place, expose their wickedness, and emerge from the shadows stronger than ever before.

A sudden knock on my door startled me, interrupting the silence that enveloped my room. I braced myself for another encounter with the doctors, unsure of what to expect this time.

"Dr. Magdalena will see you now," the guard's voice crackled through the intercom, breaking the tension. With a sigh, I watched as the door swung open, revealing the familiar figure of Dr. Magdalena, holding her notebook in hand.

Dr. Magdalena had always been different from the others, a beacon of compassion and understanding in this cold, sterile environment. Unlike Dr. Karen and Dr. Amanda, who seemed to derive pleasure from their authority, she treated me as a person, not just a patient. Her presence brought a glimmer of hope to my otherwise bleak existence.

As she entered the room, her gentle smile reached her eyes, calming my nerves. I could feel the tension dissipating, replaced by a sense of comfort in her presence. Dr. Magdalena approached me with care, her demeanor radiating warmth and genuine concern.

"Good afternoon," she greeted softly, her voice filled with empathy. "I came in to check on you. How have you been today?"

I felt a rush of relief wash over me, knowing that in Dr. Magdalena's presence, I had a safe space to express myself. With a hesitant smile, I replied, "Better now that you're here."

"I'm glad. I know Amanda and Karen weren't the best at breaking news like this one. They should have done it more gently, especially after that last injection. Your emotions went into overdrive. I'm sorry."

The flickering hope of escape burned within me, a flame that refused to be extinguished. Every morning, as I opened my eyes to the harsh reality of my surroundings, a glimmer of determination emerged. I yearned to break free, to reclaim the life that had been stolen from me.

All I knew is that girls like me had genes that could be manipulated to breed Alpha's children, and yesterday I reached maturity to be produced. The other girls, fellow prisoners in this cruel experiment, shared my suffering. Together, we supported each other, offering solace amidst the torment.

The laser thermometer against my forehead felt cold and clinical, a stark contrast to the warmth I longed for. The monitoring of my vital signs became a monotonous reminder of the control they held over my body.

As she handed me the daily vitamins, doubt gnawed at me. Were they truly meant to benefit my health, or were they just another method of manipulation? The uncertainty plagued my mind, a constant reminder of the twisted experiments they subjected me to.