The woman standing over Rachel had long blonde hair. She was wearing a white blouse with a maternity bra underneath. She smiled down at you. "Ah good, you woke up." Rachel looked around and saw that she was in a giant nursery.
"What the hell is going on?" She demanded.
"It's simple," the woman replied, "a group of men called the Amun-Rai kidnapped you, I took you out of their liitle slave auction and now you're going to be my baby."
"I'm not going to be your fucking baby!" Rachel shouted as she stood up.
"You aren't grasping your predicament my dear, you see...the Amun-Rai are demons, as am I. You're in hell little girl."
"Wait...what?" Rachel stared up in disbelief, "but I can't be...I'm not dead."
"No you're not, but sometimes Demons like to kidnap young girls as breeding stock, I intervened to prevent you from becoming as such. But for now..." She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled aside her nursing bra, "it's feeding time." She picked Rachel up and held her against her breast and...
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