"Shut up, you little bitch," he growled, his voice low and deep. "If you make one more fucking peep, I will kill you."My heart was pounding as he forc... walked me from the bathroom across the hall to my bedroom. Throwing me down on the bed, he jumped on me, straddling my stomach and arms so that I couldn't move. He started off by tying my legs to the bedpost, knotting some type of rope around my ankles. He then pulled my arms up to headboard and tied those to. I tried pulling away but couldn't. Nadil ducked into one of the huts and I followed her quickly. Before I could enter, she came out clutching a pair of babies to her breasts."Put them in the back," I said and looked at Sarla and Susan who were now standing by the Hummer. "Sarla, Susan, cover us," I shouted.We searched and found four more infants and three that were under four years of age. We loaded them into the Hummer and then I climbed inside as well. I was debating on setting the place on fire, but I didn't. I didn't know. Fuck it. Even sitting at home alone would be less boring than this.Grabbing his towel he made his way to the showers, noting on his way past that the other inmate of this madhouse happened to be a rather nicely proportioned brunette, whose skimpy shorts and crop top left very little to the imagination.He hesitated for a second before continuing towards the changing room. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn't enough to persuade him to spend time on the. Her friend Alena was asleep again.“Does she ever wake up?” I asked.“She suffered internal damage when the arrow pierced her chest, so she will take longer to heal,” Emmy replied, holding her nose and doing her best to imitate old Sigrid’s nasally voice.“And how are you doing, girl?” I inquired.She looked cross. “A have a name you know, and it’s not ‘girl’.”I laughed. “Who is your mother, Emmy?”“I don’t have a mother, or a father. They died of plague about a year ago,” she replied sadly. .