Chapter 7: The Breast Pump Bottle

Before Lorna could say anything, the soft baby bottle nipple had already touched her lips. She tried to shake her head, but Mrs. Hilma's hand gripped her head firmly. There was no other choice. Reluctantly, her lips parted, allowing the liquid to flow into her mouth.

The moment the first drop touched her tongue, Lorna's body instantly recognized the same taste of milk she had drunk earlier in the car. A strange, foreign sweetness.

Despite the nausea attacking her tongue and stomach, Lorna still tried to think about what kind of milk she was drinking. Usually, milk had a slightly thick texture, but this one was far more watery, even thinner than regular milk.

It was so watery that the texture felt odd in her mouth, making her even more disgusted and desperate to spit it out. But the fear of Mrs. Hilma held her back. She forced herself to swallow, though the nausea only grew stronger.

Her stomach churned. There was something in the taste that made her feel sick, something that felt terribly wrong. But Mrs. Hilma kept pressing the bottle, forcing her to drink.

"Drink, sweetheart! You must be so thirsty." Mrs. Hilma whispered.

Her large hands gripped Lorna's head tightly, keeping her in place on her lap. As she gently rocked the girl back and forth, she hummed softly, as if lulling a fussy baby to sleep.

Lorna shivered. Every gulp felt like torture. She wanted to vomit, but fear kept her from resisting. She swallowed slowly, hoping it would all be over soon. Her heart pounded in panic as she began to realize something, this milk wasn't normal.

Lorna's eyes widened in shock. She wanted to scream, but all she could do was cry in silence, tears rolling down her cheeks, soaking into the fabric of her clothes already damp with fear-induced sweat.

Mrs. Hilma smiled in satisfaction as the bottle finally emptied. She lifted it and gazed down at Lorna's pale face with a terrifyingly affectionate expression.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Mama knows what's best for you." She murmured softly, patting Lorna's head like a mother soothing her baby.

Lorna didn't answer. Her body felt weak, her soul trapped in an unspoken terror. She could only stare blankly at the ceiling, realizing that this was just the beginning of her life in this house.

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A few moments later, the bottle was completely empty. Lorna felt drained. She had used up so much energy trying to resist, though it was in vain. Her body felt exhausted, while her stomach still felt strange from the liquid that had been forced into it. Her breathing was ragged, and her tear, filled eyes stared blankly at the gloomy ceiling.

On the other hand, Mrs. Hilma looked overjoyed. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction, and her lips curled into a chilling smile. She gazed at the empty bottle as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. With gentle hands, her large fingers stroked Lorna's tangled, sweat, dampened hair.

"Do you know, darling... what you just drank?" She asked, her voice as soft as a mother speaking to her baby.

Lorna only shook her head weakly, too afraid to answer. Her breath was still shaky, her body stiff with fear. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, but she knew crying wouldn't help her escape this nightmare.

Mrs. Hilma's smile widened, her eyes glowing with eerie delight. Slowly, she rose from the bed, then began removing her clothing piece by piece until only a white bra remained, barely covering her large breasts.

Through the thin fabric, they looked full and swollen, almost overflowing.

Lorna's eyes widened in horror. Her body froze in place, paralyzed by fear. She could do nothing but watch as Mrs. Hilma casually picked up the empty baby bottle, the very one Lorna had just drunk from.

With slow, deliberate movements, Mrs. Hilma unscrewed the nipple from the bottle, making sure Lorna saw every second of it.

Lorna swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving the woman's hands.

Then, Mrs. Hilma stepped away from the bed, walking toward the old wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room. Lorna watched with bated breath as she opened the wardrobe and pulled something out, a transparent breast pump with a limp, dangling tube.

Calmly, Mrs. Hilma attached the pump to the empty bottle in her hand, ensuring that every part was perfectly fitted. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, as if she had done this many times before.

Lorna wanted to turn away, but she couldn't. Fear and morbid curiosity held her captive, forcing her to watch in growing dread.

Once everything was ready, Mrs. Hilma turned back and walked toward the bed. With slow, confident steps, she sat on the edge, right beside Lorna's limp body.

Her gaze was now fixed directly on Lorna. The same eerie smile lingered on her lips, a smile that made Lorna feel even more trapped in an unending nightmare.

"Watch closely, sweetheart..." Mrs. Hilma whispered, her voice soft yet dripping with terrifying dominance.

With deliberate slowness, she lifted her hands to her chest, her large, strong fingers gripping the straps of her white bra. Then, she pulled them down, letting one side slip off her shoulder, revealing a full, heavy breast, the dark skin taut and rounded, with a slightly hardened nipple, swollen with milk.

Lorna held her breath, her body locked in terror. Her eyes were wide with shock, but she couldn't look away. The sight before her felt so wrong, so suffocating, sending her heart racing wildly.

Mrs. Hilma smirked, savoring Lorna's reaction. With one hand, she gently ran her fingers over the surface of her breast, caressing it as if showing how full and heavy it was.

Lorna's stomach churned as she watched Mrs. Hilma attach the breast pump to her exposed nipple.

Then, with slow, deliberate movements, stream of warm, white liquid began to drip, filling the once, empty bottle.

Lorna's breathing quickened. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared in disbelief at the fresh milk steadily pooling at the bottom of the bottle.

She could hear it. The soft sound of milk droplets hitting the plastic.

As she watched the fresh milk flow into the bottle, a horrifying realization struck her.

The milk she had drunk twice, both in the car and just now, it was breast milk. Directly from Mrs. Hilma's body.

Lorna's entire world shattered. Her stomach twisted violently. The nausea she had been fighting off finally overwhelmed her, and she could no longer hold it back. Bound and helpless, she gagged, her chest heaving uncontrollably. Panic consumed her mind. "No... This can't be happening..."

The moment she fully understood that she had been drinking Mrs. Hilma's breast milk, her stomach gave in.

Lorna vomited everything she had just swallowed. The white liquid spilled onto the bed, mixing with the rest of her stomach's contents. A sharp, sour stench filled the air, soaking the sheets, making Lorna shudder with disgust and terror.

Mrs. Hilma's previously affectionate face twisted. The smile vanished. Her eyes darkened, her expression growing cold and menacing. Her breath came heavier. She stared at the mess with burning rage."You... spit it out?"

Her voice was low, barely above a whisper, but laced with a deadly warning.

Lorna could only sob, her body trembling violently as she saw the terrifying shift in Mrs. Hilma's expression.

"My milk... The milk I gave you with love... And you threw it away?" Her voice quivered with fury. With one swift motion, Mrs. Hilma seized Lorna's face, gripping it so tightly that the girl whimpered in pain.

Her sharp nails dug into Lorna's cheeks, leaving red imprints."You naughty girl... You need to be punished for this."

Lorna thrashed desperately, but Mrs. Hilma's strength was overwhelming.

She couldn't fight back.

She couldn't escape.

All she could do was cry silently, and wait for whatever horrors were about to come.

Lorna swallowed hard, her heart screaming to escape, but her body remained powerless.