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I had heard a great deal about the warden who was in charge of the entire prison moon.
But I had never seen him, never come in contact with him.
I supposed that wasn’t much of a surprise.
The apartment was tastefully decorated with long leather couches and a device that looked much like a television but projected holographic images playing in the broad open space before the sofas.
Right now, two aliens fought a deadly fight to the death, and unless I missed my guess, I would have said the aliens were none other than prisoners in Ikmal.
I wondered how many viewers the prison fight had.
If it was a popular show, the viewership could well run into the billions.
The slaves transferred Draw into a hovering armchair.
It made me wonder why he didn’t use that instead of his slave-powered platform.
I glanced back toward the stairs.
I could easily escape if I wanted.
A pair of servants stood on either side of the entrance, heads bowed, eyes facing the floor.
These were beautiful female creatures, nothing like the small but muscular platform carriers.
I empathized with them.
I imagined their situation was much like mine had been in the prison.
Trapped in this world, likely abducted, and forced to work for their alien overlords.
Draw floated over to the front room and came to a stop between the two long couches.
He cheered on the fighters, enjoying the bloody battle.
“Wine!” he yelled.
He whipped out an arm and smacked me across the ass.
“Now,” he said. “How do you intend on making my dreams come true?”
I gulped.
I really hadn’t given it much thought.
But with Egara’s life on the line, I had better think of something fast.
I pictured Egara sitting in that armchair instead of this fact blob of a man.
It was Egara looking back at me, not him.
And looking upon Egara was a pleasure.
I stood between the holographic fighters and switched the projector off and moved through the stations until I came to the music channels.
The music was alien and I couldn’t understand how anyone could find pleasure in listening to it.
Finally, I came to a tune with a slow sensual beat and a deep bass.
