The Kidnapper's Breast Milk

The night grew darker, and the road Mrs. Hilma traveled became increasingly desolate. Only darkness stretched around her, accompanied by the beams of her car's headlights cutting through the thin mist. The soft hum of the engine created a monotonous rhythm, making the journey feel even longer.

But behind the wheel, Mrs. Hilma began to feel uneasy. Something was wrong with her body. A sharp pain started to spread through her breasts, growing more intense by the second. The sensation was all too familiar, one she hadn't felt since her baby died. She bit her lip, her hands trembling slightly as they gripped the steering wheel. She knew exactly what was happening, her breasts were full again, and the pain was becoming unbearable.

Suppressing a small groan, Mrs. Hilma glanced around, searching for a place to stop. The road was eerily empty, no houses, no buildings, just an endless stretch of open fields. Her eyes glinted when she spotted a secluded spot on the roadside, hidden enough from view.

Quickly, she pulled over, ensuring there were no other vehicles in sight before turning off the engine. She glanced around once more, making absolutely sure no one was watching. Satisfied with her privacy, she reached for the breast pump stored in the dashboard compartment.

Her hands moved swiftly, pulling out the bottle. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned her blouse, lowering it until her shoulders were exposed. She slid her bra down, revealing her swollen, heavy breasts, tight with the pressure of milk pushing from within.

Mrs. Hilma's breasts appeared large and full, swollen with milk ready to flow. The sharp pain made her wince, as if an unbearable pressure was building inside her. They felt heavy, sensitive to the slightest touch. A faint dampness spread across her nipples, a clear sign that her milk was ready to be released demanding relief.

Hurriedly, she attached the breast pump. As it began to work, fresh milk streamed into the bottle, creating a rhythmic dripping sound. Mrs. Hilma let out a deep breath, the intense pain slowly fading into relief. She watched the bottle filling up, a strange glint in her eyes, a small smile curling on her lips, one that went beyond just easing the pain.

As the bottle neared full, she switched to her other breast, repeating the process. Her gaze was vacant, yet inside her mind, thoughts swirled endlessly.

She stared at the bottle in her hands, now filled with her milk. In her eyes lay a deep longing, a yearning for something lost, something that had been cruelly taken from her.

A soft whisper echoed in her mind."It's okay. I'll get it back... I will be a mother again."

Once the bottle was completely filled, she sealed it tightly with a baby bottle nipple she had brought along. Her smile widened. With a calm demeanor, she buttoned up her blouse, tucking her breasts back into her clothing. Then, she stepped out of the car and walked toward the trunk.

As she lifted the trunk door, her gaze met a pair of terrified eyes.

Lorna was awake. The girl lay bound in heavy chains, her legs stretched stiff, her hands tied behind her back, and her mouth sealed with thick black duct tape. Her wide eyes filled with terror, her body trembling as she stared at the towering figure of Mrs. Hilma standing before her.

Without a word, Mrs. Hilma extended her strong hands, effortlessly lifting Lorna's frail body as if she were nothing more than a child. The girl struggled desperately, trying to resist with what little strength she had left, but it was useless. Mrs. Hilma's grip was unbreakable. With practiced ease, she carried Lorna into the car, placing her on the backseat.

With an expression both cold and controlled, Mrs. Hilma settled beside Lorna, cradling her in her lap as if rocking an infant. Then, in one swift motion, she ripped the duct tape from Lorna's mouth. The girl gasped, pain shooting through her lips as the adhesive tore against her skin.

"Shh... Don't scream, sweetheart. I just want to take care of you," Mrs. Hilma whispered, her gentle tone sending a chill down Lorna's spine.

Lorna tried to scream, but before she could, Mrs. Hilma quickly pressed the nipple of the bottle against her lips. Lorna jolted, turning her head away, but Mrs. Hilma's strong hands held her firmly in place. The warm rubber pressed against her tongue, and suddenly, the liquid began to flow down her throat.

Lorna froze. The unfamiliar taste spread across her mouth, thin, slightly sweet, but disturbingly foreign. Something was off about it. This wasn't ordinary milk. A wave of dread crashed over her as she realized the horrifying truth.

Mrs. Hilma smiled tenderly, but her eyes gleamed with an eerie excitement. Her muscular arms remained locked around Lorna's head, her fingers gripping the back of the girl's neck, preventing any escape. Every time Lorna tried to move or resist, the embrace only tightened, making it impossible to pull away. Her lips remained pressed against the bottle's nipple as the thin, warm liquid continued to stream in, leaving her with only two choices, swallow or choke. Her chest heaved in panic, but there was no way out.

"Drink, sweetheart... You must be thirsty. We still have a long journey ahead. We've only been on the road for two hours—four more to go before we reach home." Mrs. Hilma's voice was laced with a twisted affection as she kept forcing Lorna to drink from the bottle.

Lorna's body stiffened as sheer terror flooded her veins. Her heartbeat pounded wildly, her breath came in ragged gasps, and her mind spiraled into chaos. Mrs. Hilma was taking her away. Far away. To some unknown place.

Panic seized her completely, but bound and exhausted, she was helpless. The milk continued to flow down her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop.

Lorna's wild eyes darted to the window, searching for anything, anyone, but all she saw was the empty road and the shadowy silhouettes of trees, barely visible under the dim glow of the car's headlights.

Mrs. Hilma gazed down at Lorna with a terrifyingly motherly expression. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart... Mama will take care of you."

Lorna wanted to scream, but only choked sobs escaped her lips. The car continued down the dark, empty road, carrying her farther and farther away from home, from her family, from everything she had ever known.

As the last drop of milk disappeared from the bottle, Mrs. Hilma sighed in satisfaction. She gently pulled the bottle away.

"HELP! I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP ME!!"

Lorna's sudden scream pierced the silence, her voice filled with raw desperation. She prayed that someone,anyone, was nearby to hear her and come to her rescue. Her cry echoed inside the car. But outside, no one was there to listen.

Mrs. Hilma's expression remained eerily calm. She let out a quiet sigh, and without hesitation, pressed the duct tape back over Lorna's mouth. This time, she covered her eyes as well. Lorna's world faded into absolute darkness.