Page 10 of Echoes From Within
Without thought, my eyes fall to his face. He looks exhausted and so very sad. I decide to gift him with a small bit of my attention.
“Fuck you,” I whisper, returning my eyes back to the ceiling.
“Seven, I’m so sorry. I fucking hate this,” he whispers back, tightening the belts on my wrists and ankles. Clearing his voice, he shouts out, “We’re finished.”
“Well,” one of the guards asks as he bursts through the door. “Is she in breeding order?”
“Her body is completely healed from her last pregnancy,” the doctor says emotionlessly. “She needs more food, water, and some exercise. Maybe a comfortable place to rest for a little while.”
“I don’t care about her fucking comfort,” the guard says. “Is she breedable?”
“The more stress and discomfort she’s under the harder it will be for a positive pregnancy,” the doctor tells them. “But, yes, she is ready for conception.”
“Perfect,” the guard laughs. “We just got in a good candidate to breed her with. He just needs a little convincing. They’ll make the boss some expensive babies.”
As the guard pulls my bed from the room, I look back at the doctor and let my tears fall. I want this man to feel every emotion I feel and I want him to know that everything I’m about to go through, again, is all his fault.
“I’m sorry,” he mouths as my bed turns the corner.
He can be sorry all he wants. If it were me, I would have found a way to tell someone. Especially considering one of the current pregnant females in the breeding cells is a fourteen-year-old girl.
And he fucking knows that.
“I’m going to free your hands and feet,” the guard tells me once I’m back in my cell. “If you try your shit, you’ll be right back on this bed. Got it?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer as he unties me and takes a quick step back. I can’t help but smile. The last time he freed me, I found and took the opportunity to kick him in the balls as hard as my weakened body could. Now, he always watches closely as he walks backward from my cell.
“Smirk all you want,” he says as he shuts the cell door and locks it. “You will be tied back down in a few short hours while the new breeding man fucks you like the dog you are.”
His laugh follows him down the dimly lit walkway. I wait until he takes the few steps that lead to the door and watch him walk through it, locking it in place.
“Cady,” I say in the darkness.
Our cells can only be described as prison cells. Iron bars, concrete floors, and a bucket to use the bathroom in. That’s it. Ten cells line the walls, each with a woman slowly withering away.
“Is he gone?” Cady’s voice is so quiet that I almost miss it.
“He’s gone,” I say. “The doctor is still in his office down the hall, but it’s just us now. How are you doing?”
There isn’t much light down here. I can see the women in the cells on each side of me, but it’s too dark to see the others. Cady is to my right. She’s always too scared to talk when the guards are down here. Might have to do with the fact that she’s a fourteen-year-old girl.
All I can think about is getting her out of here and into a bed at UNITY. If it’s still operating, that is. With my parents gone and my disappearance, there really wasn’t anyone else to take over. It makes me sad that the doors of UNITY could be closed when so many people need a place like that to feel safe.
“Everything hurts,” Cady tells me. “And my feet are swollen like a balloon.”
“Sit the head of your cot up slightly,” I tell her. “Lay down and prop your feet up on your pillow. It’s not much, but it might help with that swelling.”
I forgot to mention that Cady is currently thirty-nine weeks pregnant. Any minute now, she’s going to go into labor and they’re going to rip her baby from her womb just as they did mine, and she’s never going to get to see it.
I know they’re selling our babies. They talk about how we’re breeding them a higher paycheck, so it could only mean that the more babies we have the more money they get.
I know most of the men that rape the women aren’t doing it willingly. So, they’re not paying these men. They’re prisoners just like us.
But the men are always smart, strong, or handsome. They always have some positive attribute that they can pass on through their DNA.
These bastards are selecting the best cattle for their breeding parties so they can get the best outcome with the offspring.
Right now, I’m the only one not pregnant.