I haven't written a story in a while. I was told my stories were corny from a friend of mine and I gave up trying to write them. I completely cut myself off from my previous story and was content to read others stories. Then I joined a club at school and they gave me my writing spirit back.
'Why? Why did this happen to me?' I thought to myself. I was sitting in the cell swaying back and forth ignoring the pain I felt from simple task. I could feel it, I knew I was pregnant. I knew it was possible from the world I came from, I knew it all, yet I wished I could've prevented it all. I lay down in my bed cell and thought over my predicament, over what brought me into this situation.
I had been walking home from a long day with my friends; they'd been talking about some of the new births. I'd heard that a couple more classmates were tested positive for the X-gene. It was an honor they could give birth to the next generation. I was also happy since I figured out that I could also, I had been waiting all day to tell my lover the news. In my world it was customary that we get the gene before having intercourse with our lovers. I was extremely excited since it was going to be our night our moment, but that all changed when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. I panicked then there was darkness.
When I awoke I was chained to a bed, I was wearing a thin dress and I feared for my life in that moment. I was afraid, but all that fear was nothing compared to what they did to me. The next thing I knew a few men came in and dragged me through some corridors. I eventually lost track of where we were and damn sure didn't know where we were going. After what seemed like forever they brought me in front of a door. It looked like every other door we passed, nothing special about it. They knocked and I waited patiently, afraid to speak out.
The door opened to reveal a monster, in my opinion. He had course, greasy black hair that seemed to consume not only his head but his arms and legs alike. He had beady eyes and ugly features. He was conversing with the men who dragged me there; they were speaking in another language, one I didn't understand. The men pointed in my direction, and I wished I could've shrunk when the monster moved his beady eyes to me. His face contorted into a sneer, one that made me shiver. His eyes held an emotion that I couldn't describe at the time I was so afraid everything froze. I was like prey to a predator: petrified.
I watched man for any movements but he only had that sneer on his face. I didn't even notice that the other men were gone. That this could probably be my chance to run, to escape the horrible fate that awaited me. Now that I think back I made a lot of mistakes not paying attention. He moved way to fast for a guy his size in my opinion when he attacked me. I tried to scramble away, but he caught my arm. My body jerked back and I fell to the ground in pain. I heard the sadist bastard chuckle and I wanted to rip out his throat. He then continued to pull me into room.
I wasn't going to let him; I was a fighter I bit at his arm, cringing at the disgusting taste on his body. He reared back letting me go. I got up ready to sprint out of the place, but he tripped me making me land flat on my stomach in pain. He grabbed my leg and pulled me the rest of the way into the room and shut and locked the door behind us. The rest was much too painful to think of; it brought shivers to my body.