I Was Only His Breeding Machine

Summary

Three days. That was the countdown flickering in the back of my mind before I could finally claw my way back to reality.

The cold, electronic drone of the System echoed in my skull just as I felt myself slipping toward the edge of consciousness. It told me the narrative arc had finally reached its conclusion. The nightmare was almost over.

I’ve always been "genetically predisposed," as the doctors put it—a high-fertility asset in a world that treated me like a biological machine. By the fifth year of my captivity under Gideon, I was carrying twins for the third third time.