In the kitchen the branded women let the horror of the last few minutes subside as they listened to the Commandant of Brothels speak. In just six weeks since leaving the city, laws had been passed, and a new order had been established that made any woman a slave… slave not by birthright, or country, or misfortune, but simply because they were female, with cunts, breasts and the hormones of the female of the human species. As if they had been outlawed, or made traitors to their race, they would, forever, be second-class citizens. Despite the fact that they may have had husbands, fathers, lovers, brothers and friends, the nature of the world in this region had shifted. Love was lost, affection and respect throw away.
Women were deceitful, traitors. They lusted after power. They squelched
