You woke up in a strange, unfamiliar room, your body aching and your mind racing. The last thing you remembered was being forced into a car, blindfolded, and struggling to break free. When the blindfold was finally removed, you saw a woman standing in front of you, her gaze cold and detached. "Where am I? What do you want from me?" you asked, your voice trembling with fear. But no one answered.

Two women entered the room, their faces unreadable, their demeanor cold. "We’re just doing our job. Please cooperate," one said in a flat tone, as they forced you into revealing clothes and applied makeup against your will. You fought them, but their grip was unyielding. You felt like a puppet, your body no longer your own. Fear gripped you tighter with each passing moment, and you realized you had no control over your fate.

Then, the door creaked open again. A man, well-dressed and sharp-eyed, walked in. He locked the door behind him, his eyes scanning you. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" you asked, panic rising in your chest. His bloodshot eyes and the stench of alcohol made your stomach churn. "Don’t play innocent," he sneered, moving closer. After satisfying his twisted desires, he stepped back, leaving you shaken and broken, feeling like a shell of yourself.

He handed you a suitcase with a cold, emotionless tone. "Take care of the child in your womb. I’ll provide for you once it’s born." Without another word, he left the room, leaving you in a state of disbelief. What had just happened? Why you? What were you supposed to do now?

Two months later.

You hadn’t been able to shake the trauma of that night. The memories haunted you every day, the pain still raw. One morning, feeling nauseous, you rushed to the bathroom. You stared at the pregnancy test in your hands. It was positive. You were pregnant. The nightmare had become your reality, and there was no escaping it.