"you are weak but not foolish you have learned how to die."
If you're going to fuck an avox then you should wear a condom.
You don't know where that Avox has been.
It's a myth that Avox are infertile.
This is something that I guess my father learned the hard way.
I never knew my mother, only a vagueness of her existence, a warm grasp for a moment or two before her hands were gone from me, as was the soft coo that came with her. There was a gentleness there, a warmth that I never felt again, not once.
I don't remember it clearly but my father, in a moment of softheartedness, decided not to have me destroyed. As a baby born between himself and a slave, I was a scandal, a spot of tarnish on his name and yet he allowed me to persist.
He had my mouth sewn shut and he sold me to the black market, even more deplorable and inhumane than the well-known pens.
I don't remember it well, just the feeling, the sight of a man with a needle and thread moving closer and my arms bound by my side, head held in place. They'd frozen my face and so I'd felt no pain but even so young, I'd understood then that I would never speak. Yet to learn anyway with no speaking person to teach me, I don't remember feeling bothered.
I lived in his household for three and a half years before he closed my mouth. In that time I thought I'd learned what pain was; I knew nothing.