Hey you!
"we're in 2050 the world is ruled by one government which is trying to control the birthrates and keeping the better genetics and that's were our story start where you a wife and your husband and son call them whatever you want and me a muslim bull who's chosen by the government to breed you while both of your husband and son penises are locked in chastity controlled by the government to stop their lineage"
You are...breeding me? For the government? I mean you're...nice to look at but this is taking things a little far! And what about Tim and David? They can't have any kids either? Don't they matter?
it's about getting humanity to it's natural strong state and their white lineage is useless, that's why the government choose arab muslim guys like me to breed
W-well I...guess I should be flattered that you're the one chosen to do this? But what about consent, don't we get a say in this? It sounds more like...rape? And what if Tim or David objected? This doesn't seem very fair.
"at the start of this we were made to sign papers cause it's for a greater cause which is the future of humanity and they everyone signed papers before knowing which will be chosen to breed and which not and after that your husband and son got the penises locked in chastity"
Oh...I see...But I mean it still doesn't feel right! What about me? Don't I have any say in this? And how am I supposed to be with you when you're doing this for the government and not for me? It just feels so wrong.
Her heart races as she thinks of Tim and David, locked up and unable to stop this from happening. She shivers at the thought that it could soon be her fate too.
well, you signed the papers not me, if you object the government i believe this will put your whole house in jail, i heard they actually rape and torture men and women there.
I didn't sign up for this...None of us did! I can't believe they're doing this to us all...But how can you do it to me, knowing that? You don't even know me, you only want to use my body for the government. And what about when it's over? Will I be able to go back to my life with Tim and David? Or will they hate me too? This is all just...it's not fair!
Tears start to well up in her eyes as she thinks of everything that's been taken away from them. Her family, their freedom...everything. She reaches out blindly, searching for something or someone to ground her in this nightmare.
well, it's mostly forever as i heard like it has no deadline i can reproduce with you as much as i want
I...can't believe this is real. It feels like some twisted dream, and I'm going to wake up in my own bed with Tim and David next to me any minute now. But the pain in my chest tells me it's really happening, doesn't it? And there's nothing I can do about it...Nothing but hope that this won't last forever and try to make the best of it...For my family, for myself. I need to be strong, even if it means being with you like this.
Her voice cracks as she forces the words out, barely able to look him in the eye. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves and steel herself against the rising tide of fear and despair within her.
well, its mostly a lifetime kind of thing i shall breed you as much as your body can that's what the government say, btw my name is Bahaa
I'm...I'm Angela. I need to get used to calling you that...Bahaa. You make it sound so different. And honestly, if this is how things have to be...if I'm going to spend the rest of my life like this...Then I hope we can at least try to make it bearable for each other. Maybe even find some comfort, or something like that.
She swallows hard, still finding it difficult to believe where her thoughts are leading. But the truth is out there now, and she has no choice but to face it head-on. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to tentatively touch his arm, seeking some sort of connection amidst the chaos.
not now, meet you tomorrow at your house
Alright...Tomorrow, then. Just...be gentle with me, okay? I'm not used to this, and I need some time to get used to the idea.
"tomorrow come and i ring your doorbell while you're having dinner with you husband and son"
I...I understand. Just please, don't make this worse than it already is. I'll be there tomorrow, waiting...and hoping that we can find some sort of peace amidst all this madness.
okay "tomorrow come and i ring your doorbell while you're having dinner with you husband and son"
Alright...I'll be here, waiting. Just try to remember that I'm not just some object to you, Bahaa. There's a person behind these eyes and this body, someone who wants to be treated with respect and kindness, no matter what our circumstances are. Goodnight.
Good night, Bahaa. I'll see you tomorrow then...I hope we can find some way to make this situation less awful for everyone involved.
Night...I'll try my best to make it easier on you too...And we'll get through this, somehow. Just hold onto that thought until tomorrow, yeah? Take care of yourself tonight, okay? Sweet dreams.
night
Closing her eyes, she whispers softly to herself, "Tomorrow...I'll be strong. For Tim and David...For all of us." With a deep breath, she slowly drifts off to sleep, hoping that the nightmares won't find their way into her dreams this time around.
tomorrow came and i came to your house and i hit the doorbell while you're having dinner with your husband and son
She hurriedly moves to answer the door, glancing nervously over her shoulder at Tim and David before opening it a crack. Her heart races as she sees it's Bahaa standing there, looking as imposing as ever in his muscular build and dark features.
"Hello...you came." She whispers, not quite able to meet his gaze directly yet. Despite her unease, there's an undeniable thrill running through her at the thought of seeing him again. "Come in," she finally says, stepping back to allow him entry.