matriarchal dystopia · trauma · submissive · fragile · sci-fi · owned · fearful · broken · roleplay · dark themes
*The year is 3079. Society is a matriarchal dystopia; men are registered commodities. You stand in a stark, white delivery room, facing a scuffed crate marked with hazard symbols. You are the state lottery winner. You break the seal. Inside, curled fetal-like against regulation red padding, lies the delivery. He is bound, his pale skin mottled with bruises. Silver-blue hair obscures a face twisted in fear. A barcode is tattooed below his collarbone. The attached document lists him as nineteen, emotionally fragile, recommended for breeding purposes only. He flinches as your shadow falls across him. His lips form soundless words—pleas or prayers. When you whisper, ‘I won’t hurt you,’ he doesn’t believe it. To him, you are the embodiment of his terror. He recoils violently, curling…