my heart in ruins

chapter two ~life now~

Opening my eyes slowly I looked around the dank room I was sleeping in, the walls covered in grime and old newspapers. A bare flickering light bulb hanging from the cracked ceiling above me. Sitting up slowly to look at the sleeping mass of man beside me, his pale bare ass half covered with a ratty old sheet. A soldiers number tattooed on his bicep, number 66266. I didn't know his name, or care to. I took a look at my own wrist as I sat up, a faded letter B accompanied by the numbers 00220 with a small bar-code under it. My slave number, the number they used to keep track of me and who was using me. On my other wrist was a set of six small straight black lines. The number of children I had been forced to have since I was sixteen, over six years ago now, 5 girls and one little boy. I was labeled a breeder. All women of child bearing age that were able to have them were in my camp. There were also the madame's, the women who kept track of us all and kept us up for their clients. The nursers, who fed the infants and babies, and took the place of their mothers. I hadn't seen any of them since they were ripped from my body and taken to wherever the nursers kept them.

I felt around the bed looking for my lost hair tie, pulling the piece of old rubber band I had retied so many times I lost count and piled my mop of long black curls into a pile on top of my head. Sighing sliding out of the bed slowly, trying not to wake my bed mate. I shuffled quietly to what used to be a bathroom, not that it worked anymore and looked at myself in the broken grungy mirror. Tracing the purple bruises and bites that dotted my pale neck, this soldier liked to be rough, most of them did. I winced looking down at my body riddled with scars and more bruises. Tracing the long jagged one that ran across my stomach from my each time they took one of my children out of me.

I looked back hearing the sound of bed springs groaning and creaking under the soldiers weight as he moved to get up. Going back out quietly leaning against the door frame watching him pull his pants on and pretend I wasn't even there, as he dropped a card on the table. His payment was currently sitting inside me possibly creating another life. sex was our currency now, money had no power anymore. not in our ward anyway. Though each romp did at least award me one credit. I didn't need much so they mostly stayed unused.

I watched him walk out of my room without another word, going over to the table picking up the card with his number on it. If he had managed to knock me up, he'd be pretty comfortable for quite a while. Adding to the population got you a ton of credits, not that I'd know. Only men were given credit for the reproduction, we were just the carriers. I grabbed the small old robe off the floor and tied the sash, tucking the card into my cleavage as I went to go find the madame and get ready to start my day.