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Still, I didn’t know the details of their agreement, so I really didn’t know what was going on.
The Supervisor leaned back in his chair and removed his spectacles.
“It seemed strange to me, that a flowering blossom such as you should go unnoticed by the alien inmates at Ikmale. And stranger still that you have not been shipped off like all the other Prizes after your usefulness has come to an end.”
He looked me in the eye and in his expression I saw no kindness, no warmth.
I saw a businessman who saw nothing but a piece of merchandise that wasn’t getting a good return on his investment.
“But my Lead Guard has investigated you and your Prize Pool and found nothing amiss,” he said. “What am I to make of this?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“No, I don’t believe what the reports tell me. I think you must be the private property of one of our more powerful residents. That you’re reserved exclusively for him. I don’t know which criminal gang leader it is, and I don’t care. We must never show favoritism within our prison. It just wouldn’t do. That could be what led to the riots, the unfairness of previous Supervisors. Yes, I’ll bet that’s what it is…”
I didn’t think he really believed that, although he was closer to the truth than he might have realized.
Until I recently realized.
I had been protected by one of the most powerful inmates at Ikmal, but I hadn’t been servicing him. He’d made a deal with Ohara and he had, against all the odds, kept his word.
The Supervisor perhaps didn’t really believe what he was saying, but instead, in his eyes, I could see he was looking for a reason to do something, for an excuse to do what he wished with me.
I gulped in fear.
As the most powerful creature in the prison, there was little I could do to stop him if he decided to use me.
The Supervisor rose from his seat, adjusted his jacket, and moved to stand in front of me. “It doesn’t seem right that the prison has footed the bill for your food and drink, the hot water for your showers, and the power to keep the lights on… and you have given nothing in return for it. Again, I ask, what am I to do?”
I ground my teeth in exasperation. I knew what he wanted me to say, or what was on his mind as to the payment I ought to make. I had seen the same look in thousands of inmates over the years, and whether he was a Supervisor or a prisoner, the look was always the same.
“Perhaps I ought to make the most of you while you’re beneath my control,” he said. “I should think it will only be a matter of time before the evidence comes out and it’s revealed that you are indeed the cause of the recent riots.”
The Supervisor slipped a hand under my top and slid down until he grasped one of my breasts.
I wanted to cry and scream out for him not to touch me, that I was spoken for… but how could I?
I was property.
Just because I hadn’t been Claimed in five years didn’t mean I wasn’t still a Prize.
The Supervisor pinched my nipple, softly at first, then harder… until it hurt.
I looked up at him, to tell him to stop.
He peered down at me, breathing heavily through his nostrils. “Yes. I think I’d better make good use of you. It can’t be said we play favorites here at Ikmal.”
He kicked my feet aside and spread my knees with his own. He reached down with his free hand and rubbed at my crotch. “Yes, we’d better make good use of you…” he repeated.
A knock came at the door and hope rose in my chest.
The Supervisor hissed through his teeth, making an ugly gargling noise. “Ignore them,” he said. “They’ll get the message.”
He placed his hand on my crotch again and began to rub at it. And there I lay, unable to put up much resistance.
Ohara, where are you?
Another knock came at the door, more insistent this time.
