~Harlow’s Point of View~
“I want … to see Caden now,” I grit through my clenched teeth for the tenth time.
The male tasked with babysitting me and the half dozen other terrified females barely spares me a glance.
“Nobody cares what you want brat,” he finally grunts.
I pull my knees up to my chin, disgusted by the threadbare dirty mattress beneath me, but grateful to at least have my heavy winter coat since the basement I'm in isn't exactly heated. Some of the girls have little clothing.
It's impossible not to nag this male for answers but it's obvious he doesn't know much, and that's being generous.
“I'm pregnant too, only a month along though,” one of the girls whispers, making my eyes go wide. She's just in a thin nightgown, likely snatched out of her bed. She has to be at least
