The “breeding” was a colder, more calculated horror. The facility kept a stable of Hindu men, captured from the same neighborhoods, who were drugged and used as studs. The “Cows” and “Mares” selected for breeding were strapped to gynecological tables, their legs spread wide in stirrups. A handler would first rape them, an act they called “preparation,” before the stud was brought in to impregnate them. The act was performed without passion, a clinical, brutal procedure designed to create a new generation of children who would be raised in madrassas, their Hindu heritage purged and replaced. The women were forced to watch their own bodies being used as incubators for the enemy, their wombs turned into weapons against their own people.
The “Chicks,” the pre-teen girls, suffered a unique and soul-destroying fate. They were not bred, but were used to “train” the studs and new handlers. They were dressed in little-girl frocks that were deliberately too small, then forced to perform lap dances and oral sex on the men. They were made to call their abusers “Abbu” (father) and “Bhaijaan” (brother). If they cried or resisted, they were punished by being locked in a small, dark room where recordings of the Quran, read in a menacing, distorted voice, were played on a loop for hours, twisting their faith into a source of terror.
The fate of the women was a slow annihilation. Those who became pregnant were kept until they gave birth, their babies ripped from their arms immediately. After birth, they were given a short “recovery” period before being put back into the milking and breeding cycle. Those who failed to conceive or lactate were deemed “barren” or “dry.” Their final humiliation was a public auction. They were dressed in rags and paraded on a stage in front of a crowd of leering men, their bodies, scars, and brands openly discussed. They were sold into a life of sexual slavery in brothels or private homes, their minds and bodies permanently broken, their fate a testament to a world where humanity had ceased to exist, replaced by an endless cycle of vengeful brutality
The nation was now a fractured chessboard of terror, each state a fiefdom of brutality where the dominant faith exacted its price. The old maps of India were meaningless; the new ones were drawn in blood and semen. Out of the 28 states, the lines were drawn with chilling clarity. 18 were under the control of Hindu majorities, their governments either led by the BJP or cowed into compliance by the power of the mobs. In these states, the police were just another gang of saffron-clad thugs. 10 states, including pockets of resistance in places like Kerala and parts of the old Hyderabad region, were under the control of Muslim militias and warlords, who had seized power in the vacuum and enforced their own brutal version of sharia.
**In the Hindu States:**
Life for a Muslim woman was a living hell. They were third-class citizens, their movements restricted to ghettos that were more like open-air prisons. They were forced to wear a yellow mark on their clothing—a crescent moon—so they could be easily identified. Their homes were subject to random raids. A Hindu mob could kick in the door at any time, drag the women out, and gang-rape them on their own living room floors while their husbands and sons were forced to watch, their hands tied. The women were then taken to “Purification Camps,” which were just brothels for Hindu soldiers and policemen. They were forced to perform daily puja to Shri Ram while being fucked from behind, their chants of devotion mixed with their sobs. Any woman who became pregnant was forced to undergo an abortion, often brutally and without anesthesia, to prevent the “tainting” of the Hindu race.