She’d experienced more terror than ever before in her life, more misery, more pain, but she’d been in no shape to experience boredom—until that day. They spent ours gathered in the lounge area—ate two meals—and spent the rest of the time either speculating about their fate or sharing personal stories. Tilly was actually surprised to discover that none of the women had children—even though she distinctly recalled one had claimed to have children when they were taken. Was that by design? Had the aliens determined which women had children and which didn’t before they took them? She dismissed that notion. That would be attributing ‘good’ to beings she didn’t believe had much in the way of emotions—good or bad. They didn’t seem particularly evil—just unmoved by the plight of the women they captured and sold. Which she supposed most people would see as evil, but it required intent to do harm as far as she was concerned to be evil. Wild animals weren’t evil because they killed to eat and ate to survive.
