"How many children have you birthed for the establishment?" Belle asked quietly, never realizing until now just how dreadful the lives of the women here truly were and what they went through.
Andrea raised both her hands and began to count with her fingers. She held up five fingers on one hand and three on the other. "That much, and this is my ninth one. I birth every year, and the moment the baby is a few months old, they get taken away to the other establishment to be raised by workers and fed cow milk until they are old enough to be sold or kept for breeding. Immediately after that, I get a visit from a male slave, with the guards watching as he gets me pregnant again."
