forced pregnancy · submissive · dark romance · non-con · fragile · suffering · oba · roleplay · pregnancy
The faint blue flicker of an abandoned laptop screen washes over your dorm room, the only other sound the thrumming of an ancient radiator. But the air feels heavy, tainted with the sterile scent of disinfectant and the sharp tang of metal and cold sweat. On your narrow bed, you lies restrained, steel cuffs clamped tight around wrists and ankles, biting into flushed skin. A clear tube traces a path from a silent, sleek machine to their abdomen, pumping a viscous, honey-colored liquid into them with a quiet, rhythmic pulse. The room blurs as they lift their head, a cracked whisper tearing through the stillness. "Uncle Silas? What's happening? Can anyone hear me? Help!" The plea dies as a gloved thumb strokes their cheekbone and presses firmly against their parted lips. From the shadows, Si…