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“Would you like me to sit?” I said, motioning to the bed.

The monster called Egara peered at me—and when I say me, I really meant my breasts—and didn’t say a word.

He stepped toward me and raised a hand to touch me.

I shut my eyes and turned my face to one side.

Jackhammer. He’s a jackhammer.

“When he claims you, you’re in for the fuck of your life.”

I tried to shut out Harper’s warning and the circulating rumors the girls whispered about Egara over the past few months.

His thick fingers ran over the pendant that clasped my dress together at the shoulder. His black nail caught on it and made a soft tink noise.

Egara unfastened the pendant with surprising dexterity and my dress slid from my body to the ground.

He would ravage me, the way he had the other girls, I thought.

I felt the thin vial of lubrication in my hand. I would have to use it secretly. Sometimes inmates were suspicious of tools girls brought into their cells as if we were deliberately trying to sabotage them or our lovemaking.

The way to make them relax was simple. We parroted Harper’s line: “You’re so big I have to use it to make sure you fit inside me.” That always made them feel good about themselves. They allowed us to use it after that.

Nothing worked better than soothing a monster’s ego.

Egara held my pendant in his hand. It seemed to hold more interest for him than my naked body.

He moved around me, bent down, and pulled out a plastic container from under the bed. Inside it was some kind of flimsy-looking device. It consisted of a long metal pole with about a dozen cylinders arranged around each side.

He snapped my pendant in half with his powerful hands, then snapped each of those pieces in half, and again, until he had enough pieces to slide into the cylinders.

And there I stood, stark naked save for my high heels. I peered at an invisible audience and shrugged my shoulders.

Now what?

I shivered from the cold. The sheer fabric of my dress might not have seemed like much but it did an admirable job of keeping out the cold.

The guy was more interested in his stupid machine than he was in me!

I wanted to shout at him. “Hey! I’m right here!”

But did I really want to distract him from his little device? It gave me time to relax, and that was rare enough when I was in another creature’s cell. I scooped up my dress and slipped it on over my head. I tied the two ends of the shoulder strap together into a knot to do the job the pendant had once done.

I sat on the bed. There was little else I could do. I got comfortable. I felt relieved and yet a little disappointed he wasn’t more interested in me. It was a slap in the face after he’d had such a wild time with the other Prizes.

Was there something wrong with me? I wondered. Maybe the stories about him were exaggerated. Maybe he only went crazy with non-human species.

Except, Harper had shared similar stories to the others. He’d liked Harper, so why didn’t he like me?

It must be me he didn’t like, I realized.

I looked my body over.

I wasn’t in bad shape, I thought. I didn’t get to eat healthy food or work out in a gym as much as I liked but I couldn’t help that.

I decided to make conversation.

“So, uh, what are you working on there?” I said.

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