This story is based off of the show The Handmaid's Tale. If you have Hulu, and have never watched it before, I would highly recommend watching the show! It's very good!

April 5th

"She's pretty…A little fat though…"

"That's because she hasn't lost some of the weight she put on while she was pregnant."

Valerie remained silent as her owner, Randy Orton, talked to a man that Valerie had never met before. She didn't know his name. All she knew was that Randy had taken her to this man's house to see if he liked her enough to buy her from her Randy.

"Was her pregnancy successful?" the man asked Randy, his eyes roaming over Valerie and her body for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Indeed. My team and I were able to keep her one hundred percent healthy during the pregnancy. She didn't have any problems or complications during the nine months."

"Did she deliver a boy or a girl?"

"A girl."

The man, with his eyes still locked onto Valerie, thought about what Randy had told him for a couple of seconds. "Hm…" He knelt down in front of Valerie. "Open your mouth." Valerie did as she was commanded. The man inspected her mouth, observing how white and straight her teeth appeared to be. "Close it." She shut her mouth. Then, the man looked for any pimples, zits, blemishes or redness on her face, which she didn't have. Her skin was clear and flawless. He then took her hands in his, discovering how neat and trim her nails were kept. Moving his hands from her's, he placed them on her ankles and trailed them up her legs to her thighs, noticing how smooth and hairless her legs felt.

When the man was finished with his inspection of Valerie, he stood back onto his feet and turned to Randy to address him. "I would buy her, but…She has dark brown hair."

Randy shook his head. "She's perfect. You won't buy her from me all because of her hair color?"

The man held his hands up in defense. "I want to have a child with blonde hair. If I buy a woman with blonde hair, I'll have more of a chance that my future offspring will have the same hair color as me." He started gathering up the paperwork that was sitting on the coffee table – paperwork he and Randy would've gone through and signed if he had bought Valerie after all. "Look, there's a guy named Brock Lesnar that lives just down the street from me. He would absolutely love to have this woman, and I know for a fact that he would buy her from you."

The man offered his hand out to Randy for shake. Randy hesitated for a second, but shook the man's hand. "Thanks for taking a look at her. I'll make sure to contact Mr. Lesnar to see if he would like her."

"Good. If you ever take in any blondes, make sure to call me when you're done with them. I'll be happy to buy those women off of you." The man's eyes flickered to Valerie for a second. He looked her over one last time before he stepped away from both her and Randy, and retreated into another room in the house.

Randy grabbed the neatly folded clothes that were on the coffee table and threw them over to Valerie's naked body. "Get dressed. We're leaving."

"Yes, sir."

Valerie quickly slid on her black dress and slippers, not wanting to make her owner frustrated with changing slowly. Once she was fully clothed, she followed Randy out of the house and down to the car that was waiting for the both of them. The car drive back to where they lived was silent. It was awkward, and Valerie knew that Randy was fuming with rage.

This was the third man Randy had tried to sell Valerie to. According to the men that Randy tried to sell her to before, she was either still too big from her recent pregnancy, or they feared that she wasn't going to give birth to a boy since she had just delivered a girl. It made Randy extremely angry, and she knew that once she and Randy got home, she was going to get punished.

The moment the two of them entered Randy's house, Randy turned to Valerie and slapped her across the face, causing Valerie to fall to the hardwood floor. Valerie bit her tongue, not wanting to get even more punishment for talking to her owner when he didn't ask her to. Randy didn't say anything to her – he just stared down at her with his hands balled into fists by his sides. Valerie looked up at her owner, tears springing in her eyes. She silently begged him to not hurt her again – she hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't her fault that none of the men didn't want to buy her.

Randy left Valerie laying on the floor as he walked into the kitchen. Valerie was about to get up onto her feet when Danica ran into the room and knelt down by her friend. She looked worried. "You okay?"

"Yes." Valerie touched her stinging cheek. "I guess he's mad that nobody wants to buy me from him."

"That's a good thing," Danica told her. "If you left me and Grace, it would be terrible. We both would be stuck with that piece of shit without you." Danica held out her hand to help Valerie onto her feet. "We don't want you to leave us."

Valerie gave Danica a small smile and grabbed onto her hand, but suddenly, Danica was suddenly pushed away and thrown onto the floor. Valerie noticed Randy looming over Danica, as if he was about to beat the shit out of her.

"You don't get to do anything unless I tell you!" Randy shouted to Danica. "How many times do I have to tell you that?!" Randy looked over at Valerie. "Go to your room. I have some business to take care of." Valerie gulped the fear that she was feeling down her throat. She wanted to stick up for Danica, but she knew that if she said anything, she would be getting the punishment that Danica was about to receive. "Now!"

Valerie rushed onto her feet and into her bedroom upstairs, not wanting to get Randy even more upset than he was at the moment. Closing the bedroom door, Valerie sat down on her bed and pulled her knees to her chest. She hid her face against her legs, trying not to cry. She knew that Danica was strong, she knew that Danica could take whatever Randy was going to do to her, but she hated knowing that Danica was going to be punished in the first place. She, Danica and Grace didn't deserve any of this. None of them deserved being locked up in Randy's house as his own baby makers.

None of the women in the country deserved to be treated like they were.

Women couldn't write. Women couldn't read. Women couldn't go to school or attain jobs. The only thing women could do was birth children, and that was it. America used to be prosperous, used to be this great country where women could vote, go to school, get any job they wanted, and now they were stuck being mass producers of babies. The population in the country decreased tremendously in the past few years, so the government had to change some things around. Ever since, women have been owned like property and have been bought and sold like slaves all throughout the fifty states. Men could still do whatever they want, but a woman's destiny was becoming a man's possession so that the country could re-populate.

It was a terrible life for all women. And there was nothing they could do about it. If a woman spoke out against the government, they were killed.

So much for the first amendment.

Valerie wiped the tears that were in her eyes. When she opened them, her eyes landed upon the sign that was hung up on her bedroom walls. It was a sign that was hung up on every wall in the house – which she found weird. If none of the woman could read and understand what the sign said, what was the point of having them around the house? Luckily for her, she was secretly taught to read from a woman that she used to live with at her past owner's house. She couldn't write though, it was something Valerie hoped she would be able to learn before she died.

On the sign were the important rules that she and her other housemates had to follow for Randy.

Don't talk unless the owner speaks to you.

Always call your owner sir.

Never leave your room unless your owner says you can.

Never say no to your owner.

Never disobey or go against your owner.

Don't do anything unless your owner says you can.

The last rule was how Danica had gotten into trouble. Randy had never said it was okay for her to comfort Valerie. Valerie thought the rule was stupid. She and her other housemates couldn't do anything unless they had permission from Randy. It was very annoying and difficult to adapt to.

Valerie hid her face back into her legs when she heard Danica's screams from the basement. She prayed to God that Danica would be okay.

"Are you feeling sick at all?" Valerie asked Grace.

Grace sat across from Valerie at the dining room table, her hand smoothing down over her swollen stomach. She took a sip of her water before she replied to her friend. "No. I'm not throwing up or anything."

"That's great," Valerie said with a small smile. "While I was pregnant with Emma, I threw up every morning. It sucked."

"Then I must be lucky," Grace commented.

Valerie and Grace were eating dinner for the night. Randy and Danica were gone, so it was just the two of them. Luckily, at all meals, the women could talk to each other and socialize with one another. At meal times, that's when the three housemates got to catch up with each other…Not that there was much catching up to do.

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?"

"It's a boy," Grace told her. "Randy was so happy when he found out the gender."

"Do you have any names picked out yet?"

Grace shook her head. "I'm going to let Randy pick the name. It's not like I will know my baby much after it's born."

"That's true," Valerie agreed.

Once an owner got a woman pregnant for the first time, they would sell their women off to other men, so that they could get a chance of birthing their own children. This caused women to only have a couple of weeks to take care of the babies they delivered before they were sold off to another man. Luckily for Valerie, it had been hard to get a man to want to buy her, so she got to spend more time with the daughter she had with Randy.

Her name was Emma and she was the most beautiful thing Valerie had ever seen in her life. She loved Emma, she loved her daughter, and the thing that sucked about the situation was that she was only able to see Emma three times a day; at breakfast, lunch, and dinner when Valerie would breastfeed Emma. That was the only time Valerie was able to take care of her daughter, and she wanted more. She wanted Emma to sleep in her bedroom, she wanted to play with her daughter with all the toys Randy had bought for her, but that was Randy's job. Whenever Randy wasn't trying to get one of the women pregnant, working or trying to sell Valerie off to another man, he was spending his time with Emma. It made Valerie extremely jealous. She knew that Emma needed her mother's comfort just like any baby needed, and Valerie knew that Emma wasn't getting enough of it.

"You okay?" Grace wondered when she noticed tears starting to well up in Valerie's eyes.

Valerie wiped the tears away quickly. "I was just thinking about Emma…And the small time I get to spend with her. I hardly ever get to see her, and when I do, it's not for long. Randy doesn't give me the chance to take care of her, and it makes me sad that this is the way life has to be for us."

The two finished their dinner in silence. Both were too depressed with the way they have to live that neither of them wanted to say anything. It wasn't long after they finished their meals that Danica entered the dining room. She sat in between Valerie and Grace, trying to hide her face, though both Valerie and Grace noticed the bruises that were on her face.

"Oh my God," Grace gasped when she saw Danica's face. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle," Danica spat out.

"I heard your screaming though," Valerie pointed out. "Sounded like what he did was painful."

"It's always painful," Danica said. "But, it won't stop me from checking on you whenever that fucking idiot decides to lay his hands on you."

"Danica, I don't want you getting punished because of me. You shouldn't intervene with what Randy does to me."

"But I will. He doesn't have the right to hit you just because he's mad," Danica sneered. "We may be his property to do whatever he wants with, but that doesn't mean he can hit you. That doesn't mean he can hit any of us." Danica's eyes turned to Grace. "At least he won't hit you now that you're pregnant and in your third trimester. One less woman to worry about, I guess." Danica grabbed onto Valerie and Grace's hands, squeezing them tight. "I promise you, I will find a way for all of us to leave this motherfucker. We don't deserve any of this shit, and I will figure out how to escape this hell hole."

"You're such a beautiful girl. Yes, you are," Valerie cooed down to Emma. "Mommy loves you so much."

After dinner, Valerie had retreated back to her room to feed Emma for the evening. After dinner every night, Valerie breastfed Emma and gave her the love and attention she needed. It was always the best time of the day for Valerie since nighttime was the longest time of the day she was able to spend time with her daughter.

Emma was two months old, and Valerie couldn't believe how much her daughter had grown since she had given birth to her.

Valerie looked into her daughter's eyes, adorning the light blue orbs Emma had inherited from her mother. It seemed as if Emma had inherited everything else from her father, though Valerie hoped not his personality. Valerie was about to pull Emma off of her bare breast, but Emma didn't want to. She continued to suckle on her mother's nipple, her hands holding onto Valerie's breast.

"Still hungry, huh?" Valerie giggled. "You surely can eat, beautiful."

"She can."

Valerie's attention turned from her daughter to Randy, who was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She wanted to quickly slip her breast back into her dress, but she knew that if she did something Randy didn't tell her to do, she would be punished for it. No matter how many times Randy had seen her breasts, and had seen her naked, she could never get over the horrified feeling that went through her body whenever Randy saw her without her black dress on.

Randy knelt down in front of Valerie, who was sitting in the rocking chair that was placed in the corner of her bedroom. He placed his hands on her knees, admiring the view of Emma sucking from Valerie's breast. "I'm glad she looks so much like me. Thank you for giving me this beautiful girl."

"You're welcome, sir."

Randy sighed, one of his hands lifting to touch the small bruise that was under Valerie's eye. It was where he had slapped her earlier in the day. "I'm sorry that I hit you. I'm just…Angry that nobody has wanted you yet. You're the perfect woman to buy, I just don't see why nobody has the desire for you that I have."

"It's okay, sir," Valerie said. "May I tell you something, sir?"

"Of course."

"I…I don't want to leave you anytime soon." Her eyes flickered down to Emma. "I want to stay here and take care of Emma. I want to continue being her mother. I don't want to leave anytime soon."

Randy sighed again. "I know that's what you want, buy you know that isn't how life works. Once you give birth, you're sold to another man."

"Yes, I know, sir. But I was hoping that you would change your mind, and let me stay here to take care of Emma. Plus, if I stay here with you, I can give you more children, sir. I was very successful with my first pregnancy-"

"You're not staying here, Valerie," Randy scolded her. He took Emma out of her arms and held his daughter close to his chest. "Now, that's the end of it. I will find someone to sell you to, you will go to him, and you will have his offspring. This will be the last time we'll ever talk about it."

Valerie watched as Randy left her simplistic bedroom with Emma wailing in his arms. Sadness and hatred for Randy grew inside her as her daughter was taken farther away from her – farther away from her own mother. Even though Emma slept in the room down the hallway from her own, Valerie knew that she would never be able to have a close relationship with the daughter she had given birth to just two months beforehand.

Leaning back in her rocking chair, Valerie vowed that when Danica would find a way for her and her housemates to escape this prison, she would take Emma with her to try to live a normal life.