“H-he comes every few weeks. He walks between the cells, studying us. He has the guard take down notes. Then he’ll… choose one of us. Sometimes two.” “For what?” I ask shakily. She shakes her head, eyes welling. “We never see them again, but sometimes I think I can hear them screaming somewhere far away. And I’ve b-been passed over six times. I’ve been here the longest. He’s going to choose me next. I know he is. Meryn!”
