They locked me up for what felt like years because when you're in the dark you can't tell the difference. I slept curled up in a ball, and when I didn't sleep I did something that before I would have never done, I talked to myself like a lunatic. It was almost as if I was pouring out my soul. I talked about pizzas and talked about Momma I talked until my voice was raw not caring that it sounded worse than nails on a chalkboard because down there it was only me and the rats that plagued the place.
But eventually talking became too painful, and I couldn't even move out of exhaustion. I think only a week maybe less has passed but it somehow feels like more than that. I haven't had water or food in days, some say that hunger is what causes the most pain but now I know that isn't true the need for water is so much more powerful.
After about a week into my veneer of silence, the door slamming open cut through the silence. I scrambled through the bars hoping that they would take me to my trail because I couldn't take any more of this I needed food and water.
Although instead of the military a dark hooded figure appeared in front of me.
"Baby!" A warm voice exclaimed.
"Momma?" I asked excitedly she held out her hands and I melted into them even though I knew that this was the women who are now my enemy. She then reached into a satchel and passed me a sandwich, fruit and a liter of water.
"Eat fast baby becuase I got to take those with me once you're done." She says hurriedly. I barely register her voice as I immediately chug an entire liter of water before promptly devouring the sandwich and fruit.
"Now listen to me quickly baby, I'm gonna get you out of here. A woman is going to pick you up a few days before the trial and take you to a car. They're gonna drive you to a secure location where you'll wait a few days until it's safe to move you somewhere else under a false identity." I listen to her explain but instead of feeling grateful or excited I feel numb.
"Why would you help me, Momma, I just aided thousands of slaves from being killed."
"Well, of course, I'm not happy, and God knows what was running through your mind when you decided to do that. But a Mommas love for her baby never dies. No matter how stupid her baby might be."
"What about Res," I ask her.
"He can burn in hell for all I care," Momma says her voice dangerously low.
"Heres your trash, but I'm not going to leave with the women. Unless he gets saved too. For all, I care I could burn in hell but not him." I tell her.
"Why do you care so much about that animal, he's disposable but you baby I can't lose."
No Momma he's not." I tell her. She sneers.
"Fine have it your way," Momma says growling at me. "Because your not my daughter anymore."
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Science Fiction(COMPLETED) Men are of the inferior gender, or that is what people believe in The Free Republic of Women. And becuase men are less than human all men are slaves and women are the masters. And for perfect 18-year-old Otera that has alway...
