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Leave it to him to somehow ruin people who are even more innocent than his usual conquests.
I wind the couple through the fucked-up facility and show them various photos of previous babies who have been sold, as well as the headshots of the current men who are working, as well as the women who are currently in the process of being impregnated. When the tour is complete, I lead them back into Gabriel’s office so they can talk numbers and decide on which man and woman they want to buy from.
It's all so repulsive.
Guilt gnaws at my chest.
Guilt about having any part of this, even if my life depends on it.
45
EVELINA
The day after my first tour, the guard, who I don’t know the name of but who I do know treats me like absolute shit on a daily basis, unlocks my cell door and motions me to move forward.
We’ve made it ten seconds without her shoving me or calling me a “fucking imbecile,” so we’re doing okay so far.
“To the kitchen, bitch,” she says, and I roll my eyes once my back is to her.
I figured it was coming sooner or later.
I’ve been surveying things. Looking at potential outs. Trying to seek out Jeffrey, but to no avail. I’ve also been trying to decipher the people who came into this innocently and the ones who genuinely enjoy creating this hell.
My guard is definitely one who takes pleasure in this.
So many of the men and women who are here for breeding are the complete opposite, though. There’s something about the eyes. You can tell a lot about a person through their eyes.
“Today, you’ll do a trial for kitchen help,” my guard says as she plops herself onto the counter. “Get working on the sink full of dirty dishes. I’ve been designated to not only guard you, but also study you during your probationary training period. For the next week, you will do different jobs around the compound. While you’re pregnant, you’ll be assigned a role that I see fit.”
She pauses to chuckle, and I wish I could fucking punch her in the face. I am so tired of people telling me what I’m going to do.
“Once you give birth, you’ll be given a generous three weeks of recovery time—”
How fucking gracious.
“—and then you’ll be one of the women on the tables in the viewing room.”
Not a fucking chance.
No one is getting my baby, and I will not be tied down and raped.
And if there’s anything I can do about it, the women and men who are in the viewing room on a daily basis won’t be there for much longer either.
I look over at her, and she snarks at me. I take a deep breath in, doing my best to center myself and not go AWOL.
I can’t keep waiting for the mysterious Jeffrey to save me—to save us. I shake my head and look down at my bump as I scrub an oversized plate free of gross, caked-on food.
“I need backup in common area kitchen,” the guard says into her two-way radio.
I continue to wash as the door behind us swings open, and footsteps walk toward me.
“Bathroom break. Back in five,” the female guard says, but whoever came in doesn’t reply.
The door swings open again, and in what feels like only a split second, he’s next to me.
Jeffrey.
“My god,” I say, dropping the fork I’ve been washing. “Where have you been? I’ve been—”
