The Others

I awoke laying on the floor. My eyes were dried shut with crust, so I must have slept at some point during the night. A migraine was lingering, “dehydration,” I thought to myself. I didn’t want to get up, I didn’t want to move. Why I was on the floor, I was unsure.

The room was still warm, long after my heat source had been extinguished. Walls of broken timber lay a top one another. A poorly constructed cabin, no doubt. The smell of wood was my only comfort so far from home. It had been years since I saw my family – I was starting to forget their faces.

As my mind raced, I still lay on the floor in the fetal position. My dress was torn and dirty. They never gave me a new one. I just wanted to lay here for a while. I didn’t want to face another day, but I would never let them see that. They did let me bathe, which helped my sanity, yet I always came back to the cabin to put on this stingy, rotten garment.

I didn’t know where I was, and escape did not seem wise. My head was covered every time they moved me from this cell, to the river. The only thing I knew, is that I was out doors. A forest. I never knew who took me, where they led me, or how far I was from civilization. Every time the door opened, I always screamed the same thing: “What more do you want from me?”

Time was difficult to keep track of. I believe I have been here for 4 years. I’ve had 3 children for them, with recovery time and re-insemination, that puts us around 4, maybe 4.5 years.

I’m strong, they cannot break me. But there are others here too. I hear them screaming in the distance. Every few weeks, a single gun shot echoes through the trees. Ravens caw and scamper away. I’m sure if there is other wild life, they are long gone by now. Were others trying to escape? Or had they simply ‘finished their duties’? What was going to happen to me?

How many women were here? No, that would be too kind. It’s more like how many girls are here? These … people … have no morals. Young is considered prime, and they will stop at nothing to expand their ideals of a pure race.

From the author: This is a fictitious piece with a slightly more sinister twist than it’s real-life counterpart, Nazi Germany’s state sanctioned “Lebensborn”. Although women were not kept in cages to be used as a pregnancy farm, unmarried women who were deemed “pure” had anonymous relations with SS men. This was to ensure racially healthy parents, and the woman who could bear the most Aryan children was given the Cross of Honour of the German Mother.

via Daily Prompt: Exposed

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7 thoughts on “The Others

  1. Nemo says:

    Very dark, grim scenario put in a… what can I say… exact way.. This is painful, and you did succeed in making the reader understand the pain, the hopeless feeling very aptly.
    Great work mate… 👍👍

    Liked by 1 person

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