As always updates every Friday. :) Kind of a short chapter but I promise to have a longer one next week!

Chapter 7

"So, we were looking through your records, specifically your gene test, and we believe that you have some fantastic traits of yours that are defined as desirable."

I sit on the cold metal table, silent as always while i listen to the doctors meaningless words. My knees are tucked under my chin, a thin white hospital gown covers me. I do not look at him, I only look down upon the floor.

"So what this means for you, um, gosh you never gave us your name, anyway what this means for you is that we are looking into a more meaningful, alternative purpose for you." Great, they'll probably send me to the lab to be experimented on, serves me right for acting the way I have. Ever since the torture room I have not been picked or even taken out of my cell due to me sobbing constantly.

Finally I had calmed down enough and as soon as that happened the staff brought me to this room in the medical wing to speak with the doctor.

"We think with your hormone levels, and absence of diseases and the strength of your immunity system we have decided that you would be a good candidate to go in the breeding section of this facility."

"What?" i say. I am silent no more. I will not have a child in this world, especially a female one.

"We believe it is in your best interest to, create new life. We think with your genes and bodily shape will produce excellent offspring and that is why we will be getting rid of the anti-pregnancy hormone so you can create children.

"I will never raise a child in this world," I mutter. I don't care what they do to me but I will not bring a child into this world, especially a female.

"Well you wont really have a choice. You can think about this, you have plenty of time. The last injection we gave you will not run out until next month, so that gives you plenty of use on the main floor yet. You will remain there until about a week prior to needing your next injection, then we will remove you from the main floor and transport you from there to the maternity wing, where you will be taken as a wife or you will be artificially inseminated."

"I won't let you do this to me, it is not fair for another human being to be forced into having children, especially when you plan on using them for sex slaves!" I hiss. I won't do it. They'll have to kill me before I open my legs enough to let them bring a child into this world.

"This will be a long process, until then try not to dwell on it. There is paperwork needed to be filled out, and we need to wait for your vaccine preventing against pregnancy to wear off as well. This will give you significant time to think about it and grow accustomed to the idea.

"I will be a slave, do what you will to me, but you will not get a child out of me. You will have to kill me before you put a child through the hell that you put all of us girls through." The doctor just looks at me as if this is a common response and says no more as he walks out the door and locks it behind him. I am left alone in the room angry and frustrated, and scared. I sit silently for a few moments before I completely lose control of my temper and begin opening doors and drawers in the room and flailing the contents at the wall. I know there's no use in trying to escape, I'm not trying to.

I yell and scream as much as my lungs will allow, I throw things at the walls of the room as hard as I can. The noise attracts the guards who open the door. I whip my head around like a caged animal and whip whatever was in my hand at him. It was a sharp tool with a pointed end, almost like a knife, but not quite. The tool sticks into his thigh and he yelps, clutching his now bleeding appendage. He presses a button on his communication device and steps out.

Moments later a few more guards, this time in body armor, come and get me. They grab my kicking body and put me back in my cell, injecting me with that horrible serum that paralyses and therefore forces me to calm, but I am not calm. Only my muscles are calm. Inside I am screaming.

Unable to move they place me on my bed and I lay there in silence. I can't speak nor move. The guards walk away and an eternity passes before I am mobile again. I can feel my arms spasming back to life. My legs tingle with feeling and in a few minutes I am able to control my movements once more. I sit up and take a few deep breaths and notice Analia staring at me through her cell.

"You okay darling?" she asks. I look at her and try to speak. She hasn't been here much. She didn't witness me sobbing after I came back from my session with my last client. She didn't hear about it either I assume.

I shake my head. I'm not okay. I am anything but okay.

"What's wrong? Had your first rough one I assume?"

I shake my head yes and continue. "It was awful. I sobbed for days afterward. I'm so sore, and now I just got back from the medical wing and..." I trail off as I start to sob. I can't contain it. The thought of being forced to bring a child into this world is unimaginable.

"They sending you to do lab work?" Analia asks. I sob even more. I'd rather be in the science wing than birth a child. At least I would die quickly, more than likely.

"Worse," I cry and her eyes widen. She knows but I tell her anyway. "They are forcing me to have a child."

"Oh honey I am so sorry," she says. "I wish I could hug you. How long do you have until..."

"Until the vaccine wears off that prevents pregnancy. Then they will look for a father client or do a sperm insemination."

"Well you got about two months then. Depending on things. You'll still be here, but you'll be taken a lot for testing. It won't be the first time I've heard of them using someone as a birth mother. You'll do great."

"I don't want to do great. How can I possibly give a child a life in this world. I just pray it isn't a girl. It's horrible to what they may do to them."

"I know hun but you can't prevent it, so might as well get over it, or put it out of your mind as much as possible."

"I don't see how that's possible."

"It's not, but just try and relax," she says and then silences. A guard walks down the hall with a hoard of women looking for another. I hope my tears will keep me from being chosen this time. I can't handle what they will do if I am picked.

Thankfully the guard takes one look at my face and walks past. All the females are blonde, and I am thankful to be a brunette for once, though I suppose they can change hair color as well.

I eye all of the poor victims. They all look sad or worried or simply bored. I suppose some get used to it after a while and routinely being paraded is nothing out of the norm for them.

Thankful that I am not part of the heard this time I lay on my cot. Analia has returned to hers as well. She gives me an apologetic look and then turns on her side, facing the wall. I do the same, and sob to myself.