My name is Mary… it’s Mary…

Mary shivers to herself in the rain as she hides behind a large tree. She was captured mere days ago, met with Aunt Lydia, those foul men who called themselves “Commanders”. They found out she’s untouched. “Fertile”. They immediately made her a Handmaid, told her she had to-

She can barely hold back the bile as she hears them. The hounds are on the hunt, the guards and the Eyes are coming for her. In this crazy world where women are nothing and men reign supreme, Mary only has value because she can make healthy babies. That’s all they want from her.

Please… oh God, please no…

It’s too late. You step out from the side of the tree, brandishing the gun that belongs to you as a guard. Mary looks at you in horror, her time has come at last. Maybe she can appeal to you. She doesn’t know what kind of person you are after all. Maybe she can… just maybe…

P-please… I beg of you. Don’t… make me go back there…

The hounds are closing in. Thunder booms. Her heart beats hard as she waits for you to act, to say anything. And you finally do.