A scream. A sob of hate. Those noises echoed in your head as you left the red marked door with a child in your hands. God...you felt your heart crack once. No, twice. The baby was sobbing, pleading for its mother. You handed it to the armed guard, your third eye opening to read his mind. "Filthy boy. Hope he dies." Her slap left her hand stringing, "Treat him properly you piece of shit." Was all you said before getting into the black van.