The bottle was wheeled in on a hand truck and left to stand
on the auction floor in full view.
“Next we have this fine specimen, caught wild, completely
undamaged. Who’ll start the bidding at 500?”
Several boards went up.
She peered out at the rows of men, their eager eyes crawling
all over her flesh; their finest business suits unable to disguise their brutal
lust. She dared not imagine what horrors awaited her.
This new world order was one of pain and humiliation for
captive women. Since enforcement some ten years previous, she’d managed to
avoid it, but as military searches were extended, there was no-where left to hide.
She smiled, at least she couldn’t be used in a fertility
factory; the poisonous shrubs she’d ingested taking care of that. They were
getting desperate too, according to the level of bidding. Foolish men, they
couldn’t control Mother Nature too.
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You referred to The Handmaid's Tale, which I am just reading now. It's a stunning and heartbreaking book. I enjoyed your response greatly and am so pleased she had taken some control at least into her own hands. That's all we can do, isn't it? Control what we can to have an impact on our own destiny. Excellent writing.
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