Elizaveta awoke with the foul taste of semen and blood dried upon her teeth. She groaned as she rose, placing a hand upon her distended womb which dominated her malnourished frame. She had a singular hope that each time she laid down it would be the last. Failing the release of death, she could only look forward to miscarriage, but they persisted, at least three distinct bastards roiling within her. She shivered, naked inside the poorly insulated barracks, thankful for a rare moment of solitude as she looked around at the empty bunks. It was fleeting, as she could already hear the portion of her fellow inmates which had been taken away for work crew duty building a road through the Siberian wilderness from some hellhole to another returning to the camp. A crust of dried and partially frozen cum was spattered all across her body; matted into her hair. She didn't bother to bathe at this point,