Chapter Six
Women In Training
Sometimes the three newest inductees saw other captive women at the ranch, but this was mostly from a distance, mostly fleeting peeks while going from the shower to their stalls. Thered be a quick glance, a furtive smile, a sorrow-filled face that would disappear too fast to make a real connection. They might sight a fellow captive once, maybe twice, then theyd be gone, never to be seen again. At night, and sometimes during the day, they heard moans and screams coming from the far side of the stable, the source always a mystery, always cuing their imagination.
Sometimes, they whispered amongst themselves while they were in their stalls and the trainers werent around, sharing stories and imagining all sorts of diabolical things about this dreadful place.
