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Druin threw open his cell door, dragged me inside, and tossed me onto his unmade, soiled bed. He shut the door behind himself and began removing his clothes.
This can’t be happening! I wailed inwardly. This can’t be happening!
He removed his gold-buckled belt and was about to drop it on the bedside table when he thought better of it and folded it in half. He held it in one trotter.
Then he shook his body, his rolls of fat rippling like half-set jelly, making his pants slide down his short but powerful legs. He stepped out of them, and his cock, already at full mast, hardly capable of peeking out from his lowest-hanging shelf of flab, poked out.
At least his cock won’t do much damage, I thought. Then I felt shocked that I had already accepted that this was going to happen.
My eyes settled on the belt he held in his hand. “Please,” I said, sliding backward on the bed. “I shouldn’t be here. I was abducted. They took me and I… I never did anything wrong.”
“Struggle if you want, little one,” the jjizzak said, strutting toward me. “It only makes the pain all the sweeter.”
He pulled his arm back, took a step forward, and swung.
3
OHARA
Ten years.
That’s how long I’d been in this place.
Ten whole years.
It’d been a shock when I first arrived, as only being incarcerated could be. Suddenly, you were thrown into a new world, one where you had almost no control — a big change from the space station I’d been living on before coming here.
But, much like anything, you got used to it. You got used to the smell of sweaty bodies, the taste of half-rotten food, the lack of privacy, and totally lost track of how it felt to have a warm female at your side…
Ever since I got to this place, I decided not to take part in the fighting pits. Injuries were common and this was not the kind of place you wanted to advertise weakness.
I’d seen former champions cut down in the hallways due to a broken arm, and others who were meant to have taken a dive but changed their mind at the last minute, suddenly lose their balance and “fall” over the railing to their death.
I decided I was better off keeping away from that world. There was too much power at stake, too many alliances and politics at play.
Not that I didn’t want to get my hands on one of the tasty Prizes…
I shook my head. I shouldn’t lose my focus now, not when I was about to meet Thillak. He was the boss of a major crime syndicate in the Hydroxor System.
Ordinarily, he could have bribed his way out of the situation — people in his position never did time — but I guess he must have pissed off the wrong person for him to have ended up here.
I waited outside his office — what was really a second cell he had commandeered from one of his underlings. I don’t know how many hours I’d spent waiting in that room. Likely a high percentage of the ten years I’d almost fully served.
I couldn’t wait to get out and the day was fast approaching. Then I would never have to sit here or wait for anybody ever again.
“Thillak will see you now,” Cayggod said.
He was a thick-set rhodissar with broad shoulders and a calm demeanor. He wore glasses that perched on his small nose that he squinted through. But his studious appearance was misleading.
His arms were bigger than most Champions’ and I’d seen his horns pin a fully-grown missar to the fighting pit’s walls. That was when he was angry with the prisoner who had made the unfortunate mistake of offending his honor.
Cayggod was meant to move on to the next round as per the competition’s rules but, after sating his anger, he forfeited the next match, washed up, and immediately returned to his desk.
“Thanks,” I said, entering Thillak’s office.
He sat behind a plain desk adorned with nothing but a single sheet of paper and a pencil sharpened to a perfect point.
One of his goons stood in the corner, hands clasped in front of him. He gave me a respectful nod before resuming his thousand-yard stare. He knew I wouldn’t be a problem but he was still required to be on guard.
