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This farm isn't for growing food or slaughtering cattle. Chapter 1
         The light was bright and my vision blurry. As I came to, I began to hear old beds creaking and soft moans and grunts. I realized my arm was chained above my head and I was laying on an old mattress. Some of the springs had lost their coil and dug into my back, and I quickly realized I wasn't home anymore.

         "Alright you fucking bitch," said an unfamiliar voice. "Time to fertilize."

         "No! Please!" a woman screamed. "Please, please, please!" She began to sob as the man climbed on top of her.

         I turned my head away, refusing to look at the horrors on the bed next to me. As the woman hopelessly struggled to prevent her "fertilization," I began to wonder if and when mine would begin.

         Either an hour or ten minutes passed before the man finished. He left, and the woman beside me lay quiet and unmoving. Her face was puffy and red from crying, but her eyes were blank as she stared into another world. I debated talking. To ask if she was alright, or to even ask where we were. I figured she likely needed some space, though.

         "Asshole," she said under her breath.

         "You're not kidding," I replied. If anything, she needed validation that he is horrible.

         "He does that to me a lot," she spoke quietly. "It's why we're here."

         "Where is 'here'?" I asked.

         "'Here' is The Farm."

         "Farm? What does us being chained to a bed and raped have anything to do with farming?"

         "Everything," she said, "when your purpose here is to have babies for the company to adopt out."

         "So what you're telling me is that guy is going to rape me until I'm pregnant, and then my baby will be given to whoever buys it?"

         "Exactly."

         I began to feel lightheaded. I hadn't hoped for a future like this for me, a future like this for my child.

         "So," she said, interrupting my thoughts. "What's your name?"

         "Oh, my name?" I replied, a little dazed. "It's Harper."

         "Harper, huh? Well, Harper, welcome to hell."
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