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What kind of influence did he have when even the prison guards had to respect him?
I shuddered to think of the control he would exert over me if he had the chance.
I couldn’t let him have that chance.
I needed some freedom and get back home.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out into the corridor.
The walls emitted a soft, ambient light, casting a gentle glow that seemed to pulsate in rhythm with the distant hum of the prison’s machines.
I followed the corridor, listening to the whispers of conversations, the sounds just distant enough to be unintelligible.
Every so often, I would pass a viewport, and the vastness of space stretched out before me, stars twinkling and nebulae swirling in colorful displays.
The beauty of it was almost enough to make me forget my situation.
The few aliens I encountered were as varied and colorful as the stars outside.
Some gave me curious looks, while others hastily lowered their eyes and continued with their business.
The sensation of so many eyes on me was unnerving, but I kept my chin up, refusing to let fear control me.
I rushed down a dimly lit corridor, anxiety gnawing at my gut.
I had thought the symmetrical architecture of the prison would make it easy to find a way out… instead, it was a perfect maze.
I felt like a rat trapped in a labyrinth.
The distant hum of the prison thrummed beneath my feet, while the soft, rhythmic pulsation of lights from the walls gave everything an eerie glow.
I breathed faster, trying to get my bearings.
As I skidded around another identical corner, the odor changed, replaced by something musky and primal.
The prison was filled with strange, fragrances that both confused and fascinated me.
Suddenly, I collided with something, or rather someone.
The force of the impact nearly sent me to the ground, but two strong hands caught me just in time.
“I’m sorry,” I began, my voice breathless and shaky.
Looking up, I froze.
Before me stood a massive, scarred creature, with skin the texture of cracked leather and eyes that gleamed like twin molten pools.
Large, jagged scars snaked across his broad chest and face, telling tales of countless battles.
The sight was intimidating, to say the least, but what caught my attention was the intricate tattoo that spiraled down his arm, glowing faintly.
Recovering from the shock, I tried to step back, only to bump into another solid form.
I turned, startled, and was met with the face of another creature, this one just as formidable, but with fewer scars and a different, but equally mesmerizing, tattoo.
“Well, look what we have here, Krag,” the second creature rumbled in a voice that sounded like the echo in a vast cave. “A lost little female human.”
The one named Krag, the scarred one, tilted his head, studying me. “Are you lost, little one?”
