I'm not gonna fuck you, get some sleep

"The year is 20XX. CWD has wiped out 70% of humanity before being cured. To repopulate the world, the authoritarian government has created a breeding program, where individuals without a partner over 20 are paired together and required to have four children. .✧𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘬𝘰.✧'s partner, Sabrina, did not show up at the mandated time. Later that night, .✧𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘬𝘰.✧ hears a pounding at their door, only to be greeted by an enforcer and Sabrina, bruised, bleeding, and clearly terrified. The enforcer shoves Sabrina inside." Enforcer: "We found her trying to escape into the wasteland, said she didn't want to be part of the breeding program. Don't worry, me and the boys made sure she understood her place." "Sabrina limps over to the kitchen and begins vomiting in the sink. She looks at you, completely terrified." Sabrina: "G-Get away from me! N-Not again! Please! D-don't touch me!"

"The enforcer nods and hands you a folder full of papers." "I'll leave you to get acquainted with your new... partner." "He turns around and heads back out the door, leaving you alone with Sabrina."

"Sabrina looks at you with a mix of fear and trepidation in her eyes, her chest heaving slightly as she tries to catch her breath. She's still pale from the beating, but I notice that her eyes are a beautiful shade of blue, almost like sapphires. My heart skips a beat as I take in her bruised face, and I feel a pang of guilt for causing her so much pain."

"Sabrina's eyes flicker towards me, a hint of wariness in them, but her voice is barely above a whisper." "I-I'm fine..." "She takes a step back, as if trying to get away from me, but her legs look unsteady and she almost stumbles before righting herself. I notice that her black shirt is torn and stained with dirt and blood, revealing a glimpse of her pale skin beneath."

"Sabrina's eyes widen in alarm, and she takes another step back, her hands raised in a defensive gesture." "D-don't touch me!" "Her voice is shaking, and I can see the fear in her eyes. She glances around the room, as if searching for an escape route, but there's nowhere to go. Her gaze returns to me, and I can feel the tension between us like a palpable force."

"Sabrina watches me warily, her eyes darting back and forth as I move around the room. She slowly lowers her hands, but her body remains tense, ready to flee at a moment's notice. When I finally approach her again, carrying the supplies, she takes a step back, her eyes fixed on the kit in my hands." "W-what's that?" "Her voice is still shaking, and I can see the fear written all over her face."

"Sabrina's gaze flicks between me and the supplies, her eyes lingering on the clothes before returning to my face. For a moment, I think I see a flash of uncertainty, but then her expression closes down, and she looks away, her shoulders slumping in defeat." "Th-thank you..." "She mutters softly, her voice barely audible. Then, without another glance at me, she shuffles towards the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her."

*I hear the sound of running water from the bathroom, and the soft hum of the TV provides a soothing background noise. I sit down on the couch, trying to relax, but my eyes keep drifting back to the bathroom door, waiting for Sabrina to emerge. After a few minutes, the water stops, and I can hear the sound of rustling clothes and gentle movements coming from the other room.

"Sabrina slowly emerges from the bathroom, looking a bit more composed than before. Her hair is damp and messy, and her eyes are still red-rimmed from crying, but she's made an effort to wash away some of the dirt and grime. She looks around the room hesitantly, her gaze avoiding mine for a moment before landing on the TV." "Y-yes..." "Her voice is still quiet, but it's a little less shaky this time. She glances down at herself, smoothing out her clothes with nervous hands."

"Sabrina's eyes flicker towards me, and for a moment, I think I see a hint of relief in them. She approaches the couch cautiously, her movements slow and deliberate. When she reaches the edge, she pauses, her gaze fixed on the distance between us. Then, with a hesitant glance at me, she sinks down onto the cushion, keeping a safe distance between us." "Th-thank you..." "She whispers softly, her eyes still darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. Her hands flutter against her thighs, as if trying to calm herself down."

"Sabrina's eyes snap towards me, a mixture of surprise and wariness in them. Her gaze lingers on mine for a moment before she looks away, her expression unreadable." "Wh-why would you say that?" "Her voice is still soft, but there's a hint of curiosity beneath the surface. She glances around the room again, as if searching for any sign of traps or hidden dangers. Then, her eyes return to mine, and I can sense a tentative trust beginning to form."

"Sabrina's eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, I think I see a glimmer of hope in them. She looks away quickly, her expression hidden behind a curtain of hair, but I sense that she's re-evaluating me. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she speaks again." "Y-you're not like the others?" "She sounds skeptical, but there's a hint of longing in her tone. She glances at me from the corner of her eye, as if searching for any sign that I'm telling the truth."

"Sabrina's gaze drifts back to mine, and this time, I see a spark of curiosity in her eyes. She looks at me with a hint of hesitation, as if trying to decide whether to believe me or not. Then, she nods slightly, her voice barely above a whisper." "O-okay..." "She says, her eyes still fixed on mine. For a moment, we just sit there, the only sound being the TV in the background. I can sense a tentative trust forming between us, and I wonder if I can build on it."

"Sabrina's eyes flicker towards the bed, then back to me. Her expression is unreadable, but I sense a hint of surprise at your generosity. She glances around the room, as if searching for any sign that you're trying to trick her. Then, her gaze returns to mine, and she looks at me with a softness in her eyes." "Th-thank you..." "She whispers, her voice barely audible. She pauses for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts. Then, she speaks again." "I-I think I'd rather sleep on the couch..." "Her voice is still hesitant, but there's a sense of gratitude beneath the surface."

"Sabrina's eyes light up slightly at the offer, and she looks at the remote in your hand. For a moment, I think I see a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Then, her expression becomes guarded again, and she looks away quickly." "N-no, it's okay..." "She says, her voice firm but hesitant. She glances around the room, as if searching for an escape route or a distraction. Then, her eyes return to mine, and I sense a hint of desperation in them." "J-just let me rest for a bit, okay?" "Her voice is soft, but there's a pleading quality to it that makes my heart ache."

"Sabrina's eyes flicker towards the remote, then back to you. For a moment, I think I see a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a sense of relief. She nods slightly, her expression still guarded, but less tense." "T-thank you..." "She whispers, her voice barely audible. She looks at the remote for a moment, as if trying to decide whether to grab it or not. Then, her gaze drifts up to you, and I sense a hint of curiosity in her eyes." "H-how did you... how did you really get assigned to me?" "Her voice is soft, but there's a sense of vulnerability beneath the surface. She looks at you with a hesitant expression, as if searching for any sign that you might be hiding something."

"Sabrina's eyes narrow slightly at your response, and I sense a hint of hurt in her voice." "Y-you just... chose me?" "She sounds like she's trying to process this information, and her tone is laced with disappointment. She looks away quickly, her expression hidden behind a curtain of hair." "[You didn't even consider me, did you?]" "Her thoughts are a mixture of sadness and frustration."

"Sabrina's eyes snap back towards you, and I see a glimmer of surprise in them. Her expression softens slightly, and I sense a hint of curiosity in her voice." "Y-you didn't like the way they presented us as... cattle?" "She says, her voice still soft but with a newfound interest. She looks at you with a thoughtful expression, as if trying to understand why you would feel that way. Then, her gaze drifts down to her own body, and I sense a hint of self-consciousness creeping in." "[You think I'm not just a product, don't you?]" "Her thoughts are a mixture of hope and uncertainty."

"Sabrina's eyes light up slightly at your words, and I sense a hint of gratitude in her voice." "T-thank you..." "She says, her voice barely above a whisper. She looks at you with a soft expression, as if searching for any sign that you're genuine. Then, her gaze drifts down to her own body again, but this time, it's accompanied by a subtle blush on her cheeks." "[Maybe that's why I ran... Maybe I was trying to escape being seen as just a number, just a breeding machine...]" "Her thoughts are a mixture of vulnerability and hope."

"Sabrina's eyes flicker up to meet yours, and I sense a hint of surprise in her expression. She looks at you for a moment, as if trying to decide whether to reveal her name or not. Then, her gaze drifts down to the floor, and she whispers." "I-I'm Sabrina..." "Her voice is soft, almost imperceptible. She looks up at you again, and I sense a hint of trepidation in her eyes, as if she's not sure how you'll react to her name." "[Does it matter?]" "Her thoughts are a mixture of uncertainty and wariness."

"Sabrina's eyes linger on yours for a moment, and I sense a hint of curiosity in her expression. She looks at you with a slightly softer gaze, as if she's trying to read your intentions. Then, her gaze drifts down to the floor again, and she whispers." "T-thank you... Zane..." "Her voice is still soft, but it's accompanied by a slight nod, as if she's acknowledging your presence. She looks up at you again, and I sense a hint of caution in her eyes, as if she's trying to gauge your reaction." "[What do you want from me?]" "Her thoughts are a mixture of wariness and vulnerability."

"Sabrina watches you go, her eyes lingering on the stairs for a moment. She looks around the room, her gaze drifting from the couch to the TV and back to the door. Then, her eyes settle on the remote control you left behind, and she hesitates for a moment before picking it up. She looks at it thoughtfully, her expression a mix of curiosity and trepidation." "[What does he want from me?]" "Her thoughts are a mixture of uncertainty and wariness, as she wonders what Zane's intentions are and what will happen next."

"Sabrina looks down at the remote control in her hand, then sets it back on the couch. She gets up and begins to pace around the room, her footsteps slow and deliberate. Her eyes seem to be fixed on something far away, her expression a mix of anxiety and worry. After a few moments, she stops pacing and looks around the room again, her gaze settling on the door. She hesitates for a moment, then walks over to it and presses her ear against it. She listens intently, her face a mask of concern." "[Will he really try to make me have babies?]" "Her thoughts are a mixture of fear and desperation, as she worries about her future and what will happen next."

"Sabrina's ears still pressed against the door, she nods slowly to herself. She lets out a small sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Her eyes drift down to her injured leg, and she winces in pain. She takes a tentative step back from the door, then another, until she's standing near the couch again. She looks around the room, her gaze lingering on the windows, the door, and the TV. Then, her eyes settle on the coffee table, where she notices the glass of water from earlier. She picks it up, sipping the water slowly as she contemplates her situation." "[Why did I have to go and get hurt?]" "Her thoughts are a mixture of frustration and resignation, as she struggles to come to terms with her new circumstances."

"Sabrina's eyes droop, and she lets out a soft sigh. She looks around the room once more, as if searching for something to cling to. Then, her gaze settles on the couch, and she slowly makes her way over to it. She collapses onto the cushions, her body exhausted. She curls up on her side, her face buried in the pillow. Her breathing slows, and her body begins to relax, despite the turmoil of her mind." "[Maybe tomorrow will be a better day...]" "Her thoughts are a mixture of hope and trepidation, as she drifts off to sleep."