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“Why wouldn’t you want it?” Juno asks as he straps the girl to the table. She’s lying naked on her stomach, her body on display. Tears already leak down her cheeks, and we haven’t even started yet.
“Don’t you ever think outside the box, Juno?”
“What do you mean?”
“The world outside these walls doesn’t live like this. So why are we?”
“Outside of Bellmont?”
“Yeah. Normal people don’t live the way we do. They’re … happy.”
“Normal? What’s so normal about them?” he asks, adjusting the straps to ensure the woman can’t get up.
“They have wives, children. They go to school, shopping, to the movies, and then there’s us.”
“You would want to do those things?” he asks with his nose scrunched up.
“I don’t know. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the option?”
“I don’t know, Ares. I don’t know if people like us are meant to be normal. I’ve never yearned for that kind of thing before.”
“Me either, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, it does. It means we’re not normal, and we both know it. Do you honestly think you could have a normal loving relationship with a woman after the things we do?” he asks, nodding toward the woman on the table. I walk over and run my fingers along her back, watching bumps form on her flesh. This is what we do here. We ruin them. Women, that is. We ruin them and send them back to their families. Some die at our hands, and that’s just a problem we deal with when it arises.
Juno walks over and picks up the knife before standing beside her, letting the blade tip dance across her skin. Her screams pierce the silence, and I do nothing except smile. I watch her face, the way it contorts in pain. There’s a beauty in pain, a beauty I’m intimate with. I wonder if that’s the way they felt. The children they hurt and abused. I shake my head, not wanting to imagine it.
“Do you ever wonder if you’ll have children of your own?” I ask, taking the knife from him. I place the tip against her cheek and slowly press down until I see her crimson blood begin to show. Then I drag the knife across her face. Blood blooms on her skin, and Juno grins at what I’ve just done.
“Children? For what? To be what we are? I mean, yeah, I’m sick in the fucking head, Ares. I wouldn’t want to raise a son to be like me or have my daughter go through this if someone deems it,” he says.
“You ever wonder why there aren’t any girls in Bellmont?” Juno steps back, looking as though he’s thinking about it. The thought has crossed my mind more than once.
“Now that you mention it, it is a little odd, isn’t it?” I nod my head as I carve up the poor woman who lies beneath my blade. She screams; they all scream until they can’t. Like her, they pass out, and maybe that’s a good thing.
“Not a single girl.”
“And there are only three women here,” he says as he thinks it over.
“There is and yet no girls. No female children.”
“Why haven’t I thought of this before?” he asks, looking over at me.
“We didn’t pay attention, Juno. We did as we were raised and ordered. It wouldn’t have been wise of us to notice,” I add. He nods before taking the knife from me, creating art on her skin.
“What do you think their families say? Once they’re returned to them?” I shrug.
“I don’t know. I know whatever they did to end up here is null and void. I’m sure they won’t do it again.”
“And to think this is all going to be yours,” he laughs manically.
“In due time.”
“You would think we’d be privy to the information, considering we’re doing all the dirty work while your father sits in his office doing nothing.”
“One would think so, but that isn’t how things work here, and we both know it. In time, things will change.”
“What do you mean?”
