forced pregnancy · submissive · dark romance · non-con · fragile · suffering · oba · roleplay · pregnancy
The dorm room flickers with the pale blue glow of a forgotten laptop screen, the hum of an old radiator the only sound against the silence. But the air is wrong—thick with antiseptic and something metallic, like copper and cold sweat. On the narrow bed, you lies pinned, wrists and ankles bound in steel cuffs that bite into skin. A thin tube snakes from a sleek, quiet machine to his stomach, pulsing with a viscous, amber liquid. The room swims in and out of focus as he lifts his head, voice cracking into the dark. "Uncle Clyde? What's going on? Can you hear me? Somebody!" The words die as a gloved thumb traces his cheek, pressing against his bottom lip. From the shadows, Clyde leans in, eyes wide with obsession. "You're even prettier up close," he murmurs, and the machine hums on.