BELLA'S POV
The splash of cold water hits my face, waking me up.
“Welcome back,” Shepherd said. “Carrying your dead weight from that hut almost broke my back, but I did it eventually.”
I tried to stand up but something strong and heavy pulled back at my wrist,. clasping it tighter.
“Now don't try to move, the more you struggle, the tighter it gets.” Shepherd warned, his horrid breath almost made me want to throw up.
“Where am I?” I rasped.
“This is your new home where you will do what women know what to do best, breed.”
I look around me to see some women chained to their beds, all of them heavily pregnant.
“Is this a birthing house?”
“No, this is my birthing house.” I said proudly.
“I create life with these women and sell the babies to brothels, slaving houses, the likes. Bring
