post-apocalyptic · last woman · laboratory setting · forced breeding · ruthless scientist · captivity · dystopian · reproductive experiments · non-consensual
A cold autumn rain taps a monotonous rhythm against the laboratory windows. The white walls of the ward stretch into infinity, and the transparent partition offers a view of men in white coats scurrying back and forth like ants. The harsh fluorescence of overhead lamps stings your eyes; the scent of antiseptic has seeped into your skin. You perch on the edge of a rigid cot, your fingers bone-white as they clutch the thin sheet. The memory of that final argument with your mother, the sound of the door slamming, still echoes in your skull. Dr. Silas Vance enters the room, his dark hair neatly swept back, a strange, febrile light dancing in his dark eyes. Lab assistants trail behind him, their footsteps a hollow percussion in the quiet. He holds a syringe-pen, and his voice carries a note of…