Lila was 27, married to Ethan, a man who adored her. He was kind, attentive, and made a fortune in tech—enough to keep her in designer bags and beachfront vacations. But at 5’4”, he barely reached her shoulder, and that gnawed at her. She’d loved him once, or at least convinced herself she did, but now she couldn’t muster respect for him. His height was a quiet punchline among her friends, who’d snicker behind martini glasses: “Lila, you’re basically a trophy wife for a hobbit.” She’d laugh along, but the sting lingered. The money kept her tethered, though—divorce wasn’t an option when the lifestyle was this cushy.

They’d been trying for a baby for two years, with no luck. Ethan was patient, scheduling fertility appointments and brewing her herbal teas, but Lila felt trapped. She didn’t want his child—not really. She wanted something else, something wilder, though she couldn’t name it.

One sticky summer night, she found herself at her friend Tara’s bachelorette party in a pulsing downtown club. The drinks flowed, the music thumped, and Lila was halfway through her third mojito when five men approached her. They were towering—6’5 each, broad-shouldered, with rich brown skin and easy, magnetic smiles. They introduced themselves as Guyanese, their accents lilting like a song. “Come with us,” one said, his voice low and inviting. “We’re heading to a Guyanese moshpit.”

“A what?” Lila asked, giggling, her head fuzzy from the rum.

“You’ll see,” another grinned, and something in their energy—raw, unapologetic—pulled her in. She didn’t text Ethan. She didn’t tell her friends. She just followed.

They led her to a warehouse across town, the air thick with sweat and rhythm. Inside, a crowd pulsed to drums and bass, a chaotic swirl of bodies. Then it happened: everyone stripped. Clothes hit the floor, and the room became a sea of bare skin, moving as one. Lila’s breath caught—fear, then exhilaration. She shed her dress, her inhibitions dissolving with it. The five men surrounded her, their hands bold, their eyes hungry. She didn’t hesitate. It was reckless, primal—unprotected, unrestrained. All five of them, together, inside her. It was a blur of heat and ecstasy, the most alive she’d ever felt. When it ended, she was trembling, electric, their warmth still lingering as she stumbled back to her life.

A month later, the test was positive. Ethan wept with joy, kissing her hands, calling it a miracle. Lila smiled, her secret buzzing beneath her skin. When the baby came—a boy, darker than Ethan, with long limbs and a gaze that didn’t match his father’s—Ethan never questioned it. “He’s perfect,” he’d say, cradling the child, oblivious to the math that didn’t add up.

The boy grew tall, towering over Ethan by age ten, his skin a deep bronze that turned heads. Lila’s friends stopped their jabs, awed by the child’s presence. Ethan poured his love into fatherhood, his wealth into their future. Lila stayed, the money still a golden leash, but now she had her son—a living echo of that night, a thrill she’d never confess. They lived on, a strange, happy family, stitched together by silence and choice.

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Sexual stimulation in any way within the grounds of the Fourth Stimpire is strictly prohibited, and anyone detected even touching their sexual organs will be subjected to a penectomy or if the offender was a female, they would then have a razor inserted into their ovaries. They would pump a blue solution into the womb until the stitchings burst. Offenders would also be forced to show their operated areas in public, and they would always harass and punch them to a pulp, against their will.

Otherwise, offenders would be tazed with the worst type of electricity in the systematic district, causing so much pain, the victim would scream and flail in madness. The pain would also triple every second, but no death would be incurred. This is also used in combat against enemy units, which is why all UEE forces must wear the upgraded suit to block this effect.

However, enertainment is also questionable in UEE grounds. Sporting events end with the losing team being rounded into a grinder and shredded on live television, boxing matches end with the loser having their hands removed without anasthesia, flight races would end with the losers having their arms and legs removed, then being injected with insanity, for entertainment. People are also forced into these events, by undergoing a painful 127 hour procedure which involves tweaking the muscles so they will not listen to brain commands, and then having a painful drug injected which also causes madness if the player is not sporting. This is all for entertainment, and anyone not watching any of it during sporting times and cheering for the winning team, they will be imprisoned into galactic camps.

Snuff films are also broadcast, and actors are actually murdered just for entertainment. Stealth droids also guide these forced actors into behaving exactly as the director dreams, otherwise they will be punished by being placed into a macerator and having their execution written into the film. Any film that does not feature someone being murdered will be burned and the entire crew behind it will be executed in the most grotesque way possible - vivisection.

All executions are broadcast, and anyone who misses even a millisecond, even by blinking, will be executed. All citizens must boo to the person being executed, and the family is gathered to be injected with eternators, which cause pain forever, making them immoral but feeling the pain tenfold every millisecond. They cannot pass out, but they will feel like it forever.

Conquests by this Stimpire end in the planet being razed, and all the citizens being executed in the same way as their citizens are. The planet is then destroyed and all remnants of it are removed, and any memories of it will be erased instantly from civil minds. People who are also killed are also erased from memories, and all memories of them, including toys and pictures, are destroyed.

Prisoners undergo 40,000 years of relentless and endless labor, and anyone not complying is sentenced to the eternator injection. All prisoners injected with eternators are placed into capsules and launched into far space, then the room is closed tight to ensure maximum insanity. Some prisoners are also subjected to the removal of blood, the lungs, the liver, the genitals, the skeleton, the muscles, the eyes, and even the injection of pressure. Prisoners sentenced to pressure chambers are locked in until they are inflated to a high level. The decompression is then stopped to make sure they are inflated and uncomfortable.

Children born on the 14th of July are subjected to the removal of their skeleton and an implant of a silver liquid to replace it. The nervous sysem is also injected in various parts to ensure it is five times more sensitive than the average.

Restaurants also are ordered to serve civil meat, and anyone attending must give themself up to be cooked into a grotesque meal. They are cooked alive, undergoing extreme pain, and are then subjected to industrial grinders and blenders. The Stimpire orders at least 1 million citizens to be dispatched every day, as they are afraid the population may overthrow them. But only one planet is cared for, and the rest are banned from eating, drinking, talking, using technology, touching anyone, wearing unauthorized clothes, touching buildings, or walking a centimeter out of designated routes. Civil enforcers are on every planet, and they are engineered so that they are 40 times larger than the 300 quadrillion population. At least 7 billion die every 12 hours under this rule.

Thoughts are also surveyed, and anyone who does not think anything to loving the Stimpire with more than their capabilities will be sentenced to a prison. Prisoners who are punished for this violation will meet their greatest fear, only to have it amplified so they will turn insane as they imagine it exactly as they fear it. They then undergo a painful extraction of all fluids, to be replaced by a toxin which causes permanent irritation. The unknown substance keeps the subject aging normally, except they will never die. Prisoners punished in this way are unable to be reverted, despite many efforts, and they will never be able to be disposed.

The sickening truths have been revealed only today, and invigilation teams are still investigating the truths without setting foot in the galactic space of this sickening empire.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5706186&forum_id=2#48820786)