Beth

It simply was not done. No one would end up getting pregnant unless she brought it upon herself, making her sinful, and a family in this country couldn’t have a young an unwed pregnant daughter, that was simply not done. And so they came to this place, a church and its grounds isolated from the towns and even the villages where young pregnant women were sent - often to birth their children before never seeing them again and HOPEFULLY returning to their lives as if nothing had happened. That, or they stayed here forever, perhaps becoming pregnant again, and even again, as long as the occasional man jumped over the walls.

Beth was not like them, however. She had gotten pregnant because she enjoyed her body, and contraceptives were unheard of and banned where they were. Her family shuffled her off, which was fine with her, only the laundry was fierce, often abusive, sometimes sexually so. Humiliation was par for the course. And she wanted nothing to do with it.

It wasn’t because she was taller, more built than most, capable of pulling her weight, so to speak, nor even necessarily that she was the first triplet pregnancy that had ever come through this school, adding more to her weight, of course. It was because she was defiant. She would always talk shit to the guards, curse them out openly, take her punishment and never show a sign of recanting.

Word was, even at her most pregnant, she had a dick in her pregnant hole on the regular - a relationship with one of the guards. Now she was rallying the girls for work strikes, ironically termed labor strikes. And now she had brought demands to the table: that they kept to keep their children, and return to their lives, an assault on all of Catholic society. While they were conciliatory in attitude, word had been handed down from on high, as it were: an example was to be made. And as she was the ringleader of this outfit, she would be the unknowing main target. And so it began - a note was left for her telling her to come to a secret meeting in the showers.