“We have to do something,” Betty said. “He’s taking our children. He keeps us prisoner, breeds us, then takes our children.”
“We’re not prisoners,” Tallulah said. “We can go outside.”
The other girls nodded their heads, murmured words of agreement while casting furtive glances toward the door.
Betty snorted. “Oh, for the love of God!”
“They’re not really children,” Tallulah said. “Why, they haven’t even been named yet, so how can they possibly be children?” More nodding of heads. Continue reading