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And yet, to me, to us, they meant everything.

The corridors stretched ahead of me like a maze, each turn leading me deeper into the bowels of the prison.

Every step I took echoed eerily, the sound amplified by the silence that surrounded us.

My guard was always there, always watching, his heavy footsteps matching mine.

The feel of his piercing gaze on my back was palpable, a constant reminder that freedom, even the limited kind I had been granted, came at a cost.

Strange faces stared back at me from cells and communal areas.

Some looked on with mild interest, others with open hostility.

The murmur of their conversations, in languages I couldn’t understand, was a cacophony of clicks, growls, and harmonious melodies.

The scent was overpowering: a mix of musk, alien foods, and the antiseptic tang that seemed omnipresent.

As we passed a particularly boisterous group, I felt a shiver of apprehension.

Their intense, unfamiliar eyes sized me up, weighing, evaluating.

For a moment, I felt like prey.

But then they noticed the armed guard following closely behind me and abruptly returned to their odd game.

The next part of the prison was even more disconcerting.

It was the Prize Pool.

Rows of cells, each filled with females, all different shapes and sizes, colors and textures.

Some were eerily beautiful, with shimmering scales or luminous skin.

Others looked fierce, with sharp claws and teeth.

All were dressed in negligees, presented like prized jewels.

A soft, rhythmic music played in the background, its ethereal tones making the whole scene feel dreamlike.

The reality, however, was much different.

I could see it in their eyes.

Some looked hopeful, staring intently at every passing Champion fighter.

Others looked resigned, their spirits broken by their circumstances.

I could feel the desperation in the air, a thick, cloying sensation.

They were trophies, to be won by the strongest, the most cunning.

I was snapped out of my reverie by a sudden roar.

Following the sound, I found myself at the edge of the fighting pits.

Massive, stadium-like structures, they were the heart of the prison’s entertainment system.

Inside, two beasts locked in combat, their roars and snarls echoing through the arena.

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