When I come to, I'm in an unfamiliar environment, my surroundings as alien as the cold, dark walls of a bunker. The echo of my previous pleasure has faded, replaced by a shroud of unease. Another woman is here with me, her terrified emerald eyes mirroring my own confusion.
She's draped in a dusty skirt, her hair a wild mess of auburn waves, her body tensed with panic. She's not alone, either - another woman is with her, the ruby pendant hanging from her neck glinting ominously in the dim light.
Suddenly, the door slams open. Two women and a man stride in, their presence filling the room with palpable dread. The auburn-haired woman springs into action, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears as she clutches a small baby to her chest.
"She's an abomination," one of the women declares col
