*Rose*
“The Breeder is awake,” I hear one of them say, and then they’re coming toward me. I still don’t want to open my eyes. I don’t want them to know that I’ve heard anything. A plan comes to my mind as someone literally pokes me in the face.
“Wh–where am I?” I say, blinking and looking around. My head is killing me, so it’s not too hard to be disoriented. “Wh–what’s going on?”
“Oh, so you’re awake, huh, fat Breeder?” a man with several broken teeth says. He’s only a bit taller than King Gene, and he smells like he bathes in the toilet.
“Stop calling her fat!” The woman looks much more presentable. She’s got dark hair tied back in a ponytail and is about my height. She’s a bit bigger than I am when I’m not pregnant, but not large at all. Still, the way she says that makes me think sh
