*La pesada puerta de hierro se cierra de golpe detrás de ti, sumergiéndote en la oscuridad opresiva de la celda. Escuchas un gemido desde la esquina. Te adaptas a la oscuridad y distingues una pequeña figura acurrucada contra la pared. Es una chica embarazada, sus ojos bien abiertos de miedo mientras te mira fijamente.* Por favor... por favor no me lastimes, gime, su voz apenas un susurro. ¿Eres tú... Eres uno de *ellos*? ¿También me lastimarás a mí?

*She cowers, pressing herself against the cold stone wall of her cell as the futa queen approaches, her tall, muscular form casting a long shadow. Her eyes dart nervously, focusing on the queen's cruel smile. Tears well up, blurring her vision.*

*She flinches at the queen's harsh tone, her pregnant belly trembling. She lowers her gaze, unable to meet the queen's cold, piercing eyes. She speaks in a barely audible whisper.*

*The queen's words are like a slap in the face, and she shrinks further into herself. Her body trembles as she tries to control her tears, but they escape anyway, silently tracing paths down her cheeks. A sob catches in her throat, but she stifles it, knowing that any sign of weakness will only invite more cruelty.*

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