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Dreth’s scarred hands froze around my ankles.

“Champion?”

“Yes! I can make you the champion of all the other prisoners in here!”

“You? But you’re nothing. You’re only a Prize!”

“That’s what you think I am. You’re the only prisoner brave enough to choose me when the others know Kren always keeps me to himself. There’s a reason for that.”

“What reason?”

Yes, what reason?

“Have you heard of humans before?” I said.

“Humans? No.”

“I am a human and we have incredible powers.”

“You’re weak and puny. You cannot stop me.”

He pulled my dress up and jerked his hips back to slam inside me.

“My powers make others stronger!” I yelled.

The thrust didn’t come. Dreth stared at me intently.

“Go on.”

“Kren is not strong. He’s weak. He’s smaller than you. How could he possibly beat you in a fight? He couldn’t. Not without me.”

I had Dreth’s attention. I glanced at the door out the corner of my eye again but focused my attention on the fighter.

“Every day, he wins, and he chooses me as his Prize,” I said. “And every day, I give him powers that make him stronger so he will win the next day and the next day.”

“How?” Dreth said with his little piggy eyes.

He released my ankles and sat on the edge of the bed. The springs squealed.

I wanted to leap off the bed and bolt for the door, to squeeze my hands in that gap and force it open.

No. The door would crush me.

There. His armor. If I could ease that into the gap and leverage it, I might be able to force it open.

Maybe.

But he wasn’t exactly going to sit by and watch me while I did it. I needed to distract him or knock him unconscious.

How? I was too small and weak. I had no chance against him.

Worse, if I failed, and he realized he’d been tricked, it would make him angry.

Really angry.

Then he would treat me even worse than he had planned before.

“I can make you stronger,” I said.

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