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The change might not have seemed much in the eyes of the prisoners or the Supervisor but it meant everything to us. When a champion Claimed us, it was because we felt we had some control over the situation and we allowed them to Claim us. It might have been a mirage but it was what kept many of the Prizes going.
As the madam, I was no longer available to the alien prisoners but I ushered in the Champions and presented them to my wares — that was what I referred to the females as — my “wares.” Thinking of them as something other than the beautiful, breathing females they were was the only way I could stay sane.
How else could you handle a situation like this?
Bang!
Something smashed against the front door of the outer room. It was a thicker, more heavily-constructed door than the flimsy ones we were currently hiding behind.
Bang!
The females screamed and clutched their arms about their bodies, murmuring prayers from all four corners of the galaxy.
Bang!
Now some of the females were openly crying, tears running down their cheeks and spoiling their makeup. Others ran their hands through their hair and snake-like tendrils and shook their heads in bewilderment. I could hear them from here:
“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.”
Bang!
The door was strong but it wouldn’t hold forever.
My thoughts leaped to Ohara, for him to come and save me, but it was only a vain hope, a flash at the front of a panicked mind. I shook my head of him — now was not the time for heartache — and focused on the problem at hand.
There was always a solution if you could just open your mind up enough to focus on it.
I moved to a small wooden chair, picked it up, and smashed it on the floor. It took two solid blows before it broke into pieces. I handed the makeshift cudgels out to the females and kept one for myself. The Prizes got the hint and began making their own weapons.
Some disappeared into our shared bedroom and came back with sharp blades and sinister-looking implements shaped like long needles. The objects were against house rules but I would overlook them… for now. It was too easy for a catfight to turn into something more serious when weapons were involved.
The weapons we’d made likely weren’t going to hold the monsters back for long, if at all. But already I could see the strength stealing over the females, sensing they wouldn’t go down without a fight, that they had at least a little control over the situation.
Bang!
The door was holding up. It’d been built for this very purpose, and I supposed it would last a while yet…
At least, I hoped it would.
With an army of marauding cocks trying to get in here, it wouldn’t take long for the beasts to pummel us into oblivion, handing us from one creature to another…
And that was if we were lucky.
Some Prizes might get torn apart between two rival prisoners, each one refusing to submit to the other. The monsters could be harsh at the best of times… so what would they be like when they were completely unleashed?
My body shivered and I tried not to think about it.
Instead, my mind projected back to another time, far from the present… and yet set in the same place.
It was here, at Ikmal prison, that I had found love, where I had given my soul to another. And I wasn’t surprised to find I wasn’t the only one fading into the past at that moment. It must have been a deep defense mechanism, for the upcoming hell we were all expecting.
Strange, I thought, that I would find myself thinking about him, Ohara, here and now of all places. But when hell was about to be unleashed upon you, I suppose it made sense that your mind would want to transport you somewhere you’d felt safer.
In the arms of another.
It’d happened on what began as the worst day of my life…
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