2020 [z.m.]

//Intro//

Name: Rayna Marie Sanchez

DOB: 3/7/96

Sex: F

Hometown: Brooklyn, New York (US)

GID#: 007251832276

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Name: Zain Javadd Malik

DOB: 1/12/93

Sex: M

Hometown: Bradford, West Yorkshire, England (UK)

GID#: 007251832276

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~°Intro~°

What would you do if you woke up one day to find out that you are being forced into having a baby with a complete stranger? Your first instinct is to refuse, obviously. But what if you had no choice in the matter?

After all, this was the new law of the government; to reproduce in order for the human race to increase again. A smart person will follow the rules and not disobey the higher power, or else bad things may happen. And by 'bad things', I mean punishments. Severe punishments.

"What if I don't want to have your baby, Zayn?" I scoffed, shoving past him.

He gripped my elbow, and spun me around to face him. His stare was cold, as usual, and his grip tightened around me. "Bad stuff will happen to, not just you, but me also. I'm not suffering all because little miss virgin is scared." He rolled his tired eyes, and spoke once more. "It'll be over before you know it, I promise."

I took a step back as I felt his hot breath linger down my neck.

I can tell that annoyed him.

"You know, I could fuck any girl I want right now. But no, I'm forced to be stuck with a scared virgin who probably has never even seen a dick before." His jaw tightened as he forcefully gripped my wrists, pinning them by my side. I let out a small shriek.

"Wh-why are y-you being l-like this, Zayn?" I gulped, letting the backed up tears flow free. What hurt the most was the fact that he always labeled me as something I'm not. Yes, I'll admit that I am beyond terrified to have sex; Zayn was half right. But little does the insensitive, heartless prick know... I'm not a virgin like he claims. I have specific reasons for my actions.

Zayn lightly shoved me into the wall of his bedroom, still gripping my soon-to-be bruised wrists. I gave up resisting, letting out a muffled whimper in response.

"Because maybe I don't want to spend the rest of my fucking life in prison just because you refused to have sex with me! What's so difficult?!" He screamed, whilst pacing back and forth, tugging at his un combed hair. Before I could even blink again, his face was directly in mine. My heart and stomach were doing backflips; I didn't know whether if I were going to pass out or throw up from all of this.

"This is the third time you're ovulating, and we have until next month to get this shit done. Make up your mind before I make up your mind for you." He spat, his face barely an inch away from mine. My eyes widened.

"You wouldn't." I whispered, barely audible. Unfortunately, Zayn was standing right in front of me and caught every word.

His face twisted into an evil smirk as he whispered back in the most cold and vengeful tone, "try me."

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