“Rowan’s not
a poor girl, she’s a slave. She was built for such treatment.”
“Grown,” Emme
corrected him. “She’s from a vat and made for your amusement.” Emme didn’t
approve of modern slavery.
“No, no,”
Brent corrected her. “She wasn’t made from a zoomwomb. She was birthed
naturally and because her parents didn’t want her, they put her in the slavery
program. A good use for unwanted children.” A thought occurred to him. “Hey,
maybe you should put your baby into the slavery program. That’ll solve that
problem.”
“Our baby,”
she corrected him. “And I find that vile. Slaves are from the lower classes,
not elites like us.”
Brent
shrugged. “I’ll take you home to meet the wife, but you’re taking your life in
your hands.”
Dana had
bound Rowan spread-eagled to a mat in the playroom
