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Diana’s POV
I wake up and find my self laying on a car.
For a moment, I don’t understand what’s wrong—until I remembered I got kidnapped.
I turn my head slowly, my skull pounding like it has been struck repeatedly. My vision blurs, then steadies. The backseat is empty.
No driver, Alex or the guards.
My heart jumps painfully against my ribs.
My head feels heavy, thick. A wave of dizziness rolls through me and I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the urge to vomit.
Wake up, Diana. Wake up.
I force my eyes open and reach for the door handle with trembling fingers. My hand shakes so badly I almost miss it.
I pull.
The door opens.
Unlocked.
A rush of air hits my face and I suck in a sharp breath, relief flooding me so suddenly my knees almost give way.
I scramble out of the car.
“I’m outside,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
But the ground beneath my feet isn’t asphalt.
It’s smooth stone.
I lift my head.
The relief dies instantly.
I’m not outside.
I’m standing inside a massive compound, so large. A mansion rises in front of me—wide, tall, glowing with expensive lights. Marble floors stretch beneath my feet. Sculpted pillars line the walls. An expensive mansion.
Guards stand everywhere.
At the corners. Along the paths. Near the doors. Black suits. Expressionless faces. Guns hanging comfortably at their sides like accessories.
My chest tightens.
I duck behind the car immediately, crouching low as my heart races wildly.
If I can reach the gate… if I can push past the gateman… if I scream—
My thoughts scatter as panic takes over.
I count silently. One… two… three…
I lift my leg to run.
Pain explodes through my skull.
A violent force yanks me backward, slamming me hard against the car. My head crashes into the metal and white flashes burst behind my eyes.
I cry out, collapsing halfway to the ground.
Strong hands clamp around my wrists.
I look up.
A huge man towers over me. My height barely reaches below his chest. His build is thick, solid, terrifying. His face is rough, scarred, and unfamiliar.
He doesn’t look like Alessandro’s guards.
I pull against his grip with everything I have, but it’s useless. His fingers tighten like iron around my wrists, lifting my hands higher until my toes barely touch the ground.
“No! Leave me alone!” I squeal, my voice breaking as fear tears through me.
He smirks slowly, his eyes crawling over me—my face, my body, lingering deliberately on my chest.
“A new girl,” he says, amusement dripping from his voice.
My stomach twists.
“We don’t need a long process on you because your t**s are already way big.”
I gasp, humiliation burning through me.
“What?” I sob. “Let me go!”
He doesn’t answer.
He drags me forward as if I weigh nothing, pulling me through a long hallway.
My heels scrape uselessly against the floor as I try to dig them in.
“Please,” I cry. “Please!”
The door opens and he shoves me inside a room.
Before I can react, his hand grips my clothes and tears at them roughly.
“No!” I scream again as my dress is ripped open, leaving me shaking in only my bra and panties.
Tears stream down my face as I cross my arms instinctively, trying to cover myself.
“I’m hungry,” he growls, leaning closer. “I should have suck you dry.”
I thrash wildly, trying to kick, to bite, to do anything, but his grip is too strong.
“But we don’t do that hear,” he continues calmly, almost casually. “You must follow some steps before you can be used.”
His mouth moves closer.
Closer.
Too close.
My entire body trembles.
“Wow,” he mutters. “Will have a lot of money from you.”
“What do you mean?” I scream, sobbing uncontrollably. “Who are you?”
He pauses, studying my face for a long moment.
Then he chuckles.
“Even Master doesn’t know this side of us,” he says. “So you can shout the way you want. Master has traveled to check on his mother. He can’t hear you.”
My heart sinks.
“Why did you brought me here?” I cry desperately.
“Because my job is to carry the ladies that are kidnapped into our secret institution,” he replies, walking to a drawer.
He opens it.
Pulls out a syringe.
My breath stutters.
Cold sweat breaks across my skin as terror crawls up my spine.
“Please don’t do this to me,” I beg, backing away until my back hits the wall. “I have a daughter. She is waiting for me.”
He steps closer.
“Even if it’s a grandchildren you have, I don’t care since it’s type of your body we want the most,” he says, pressing the needle against my neck.
Pain pierces my skin.
Darkness swallows me whole.
******
I wake up on the floor.
My hands are tied tightly behind my back. A circular metal chain locks around my neck, heavy.
My body feels weak. Numb. Like my muscles no longer belong to me.
The injection.
I try to move my arms, to stretch, to sit up—but I can’t.
Panic surges again.
I force my head to turn.
A lady sits close to me.
She’s chained too.
She’s naked.
Her body looks wrong—unnaturally shaped. Her breasts are enormous, swollen beyond anything I’ve ever seen, her n*****s stretched and stiff.
My stomach churns.
I look down at myself frantically.
I’m not naked.
I’m still in my bra and panties.
At least… at least no one has touched me yet.
“Why are you naked or let say why are we—” I start, my voice shaking.
“Hmmm, you will soon be like me too,” she cuts in calmly.
“What do you mean?” I whisper.
“Any lady that will be brought here will not be touched till transformed into a hucow—”
“Hucow?” I repeat weakly.
“Just let me finish explaining,” she snaps.
Her tone surprises me.
Why does she sound almost… proud?
We are both chained. Captive. Yet she speaks like this place belongs to her.
“So every single lady brought here will be turn into lactating,” she continues. “And when times goes on, her body will be turn to look like mine.”
I swallow hard.
“When you are turn to that, your milk will be collected. And you will be breeded occasionally. Young, old, average men comes here every Friday.”
My heart pounds violently.
“And we all will be out there,” she goes on. “They will choose the ladies they want and will breed and lactate that lady the way they want. Money will be paid to the people who brought us here.”
Her voice remains disturbingly steady.
“And while everyday, your milk will be milked using a strong suction machine. That milk—I don’t know where it’s taken to. Besides, I don’t even know where I am. I was kidnapped and brought here unconscious two years ago.”
I struggle to breathe.
My heart beats faster. Louder.
Friday.
Today is Friday.
“Do you mean we will be breeded and lactated today?” I whisper, barely hearing my own voice.
“Yes,” she answers. “But excluding you because you are new here. You will just be following everywhere I go. You watch how things are done so that when it’s your turn, you won’t resist.”
She looks at me directly.
“Because as soon as you resist, you will be killed.”
My blood turns cold.
Does that mean I was kidnapped on purpose?
But no one knows about my condition.
No one.
Even Ayla doesn’t know.
“How do they get to know ladies that are lactating and kidnapped them?” I ask shakily.
“We are brought here not lactating,” she replies. “I came here with C cup breast size. Now, as you can see, I’m P cup size. We got to this stage through serial stages.”
I look at her chest again.
Too big. Too unnatural. Yet still… perky.
If there’s a Z cup, she’s far beyond it.
I want to ask what about me that is already lactating—but I stop.
I won’t stay here long enough for that to matter.
I won’t.
I can’t.
My daughter has no one.
“Since you live here for long, you will definitely know ways,” I plead. “Please help me to leave. We can even leave together.”
She stares at me for a long moment.
Then she bursts into laughter.
“Leave where?” she scoffs. “Even if I have the chance, I won’t leave.”
I blink.
“I’m enjoying it,” she continues, her voice almost dreamy. “I’m enjoying being breeded, especially the lactated—woah.”
She shakes her chest slightly, almost moaning.
I stare at her in disbelief.
How can someone enjoy being used like that?
“Okay,” I say quickly, desperation clawing at my chest. “Please make me a way to run away.”
She shakes her head slowly.
“You can never get to run away. We are in underground. The door to the outside world will only land you in another room. You will never find a way out.”
She leans closer.
“Besides, what you just said has landed you in trouble. Everywhere is secured with camera. Even the chain on your neck has an audio that records all what you said.”
My eyes widen in horror.
I open my mouth to speak—
But I don’t get the chance.
Something slides out from the wall.
Metal gleaming.
Moving straight toward our chests.
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