“Please, don’t do this,” I said weakly.
I backed up further, now trapped in the corner with nowhere to run and nowhere to escape.
His men spread across the room, blocking any attempt I might make at an escape.
“We might as well amuse ourselves while we wait for Kren to show up,” Fayn said.
He pulled his shirt off over his head revealing the familiar scars and abrasions from countless fights.
A high-pitched squeal escaped my throat as he approached. He reached for me with his huge arms and yanked the T-shirt off over my head.
I didn’t put up any resistance. I knew how strong the fighters were. I had learned long ago not to make things more difficult than they needed to be.
I wore nothing underneath the T-shirt.
Fayn grabbed my breast with his muscular hand and pinched my nipple hard.
I shut my eyes and looked away. I smiled, looking up at him, attempting to play the role I had successfully played for the past five years.
But it was no use. It felt like my first time again, when I was forced to do what they wanted and, with the hungry look in the gang members’ eyes, I feared the worst.
The worst tended to happen at Ikmal prison.
The leader slipped his hands down my hips and under the waistband of my baggy shorts. He rubbed my pussy with his dirty, calloused hand.
My body didn’t respond to him.
“Looks like I’m going to have to warm you up myself,” he said.
He tore the shorts off me.
I whimpered as he seized the flesh of my hips with both his hands and dragged me toward the bed.
He threw me down, hard, as he opened his fly. He placed his intimidating length at my opening.
I clenched my eyes shut and murmured a prayer.
“Shut your eyes if you want,” Fayn said. “I’ll make you remember where you are, whore.”
His gang members licked their thick lips and smiled as they watched the show they would soon be a part of.
“Well, well, well,” an unfamiliar voice said at the doorway.
All eyes turned to the figure leaning against the frame.
“Trayem?” Fayn said. “Buzz off. This room’s taken.”
He bent over me and reached down to insert himself.
The mysterious alien known as Trayem bit into a piece of purple fruit called an oggenberry and tossed it aside.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Fayn sighed and stood upright.
I just stared and watched the scene unfold.
What did this prisoner think he was doing? He was only going to get himself killed. And make Fayn and his gang go mad with bloodlust. It made them even more aggressive during sex. I wished he would stay away. If this was going to happen, then let it happen.
Trayem drifted into the room and stood between two of the gang members, and a third who approached from behind.
Fayn approached, not wearing a stitch, and addressed him as if they were having a regular conversation.
“We came in here to settle a debt with Kren,” Fayn said. “This has nothing to do with you. He probably saw us coming and took off like the coward he is. We found her here. So, we’re going to take what he owes us out of her. I doubt there will be much left after we’re finished but you’re welcome to have her then. I can’t say fairer than that.”
Trayem nodded and scratched his chin as if he liked the terms.
“That sounds like a really good deal. But I’ve got a better one. How about you guys leave and I keep the girl for myself?”
Fayn chuckled and his cohorts joined in as if he had made the funniest joke in the galaxy.
I didn’t chuckle. This guy was about to lose his life for no good reason and bring the bloodlust down on me.
“It’s okay,” I said. “You don’t have to do this. These guys are used to getting what they want. You’re only going to get hurt if you try to help. Just go.”
Fayn pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders.
“She might be a dirty whore, but she has some sense. Leave now and we’ll forget this whole thing happened.”
Trayem peered at me. His eyes didn’t drift to my naked body but stayed on my face. Those dark circles were cold and hard like stone. And, unless I missed my guess, angrier than anyone had good reason to be.
Then his expression broke into a grin of agreeableness.
“Let me go second. And I swear I’ll never whisper a word of this to anyone.”
My heart sank. Even if the guy couldn’t help me, there was no need for him to make the situation even worse.
Fayn snorted and peered from Trayem to his men and back again.
“Can you believe the balls on this guy?” he said, not without a hint of respect in his tone. “He wants to go second, bypassing all you guys.”
He glanced at the gang member with a flat shovel-like face and a nasty gash through his bottom lip.
“Olkas,” he said. “What rank are you?”
“Must be around fifteen after my last fight,” the one called Olkas said.
“And you, Chisa,” Fayn said, nodding to the gang member with long white hair that reached his ass. “What rank are you?”
“Lucky thirteen,” he said.
“And you, Etib,” Fayn said, addressing the thick-chested alien behind Trayem.
“Seven,” Etib said.
“Seven,” Fayn said, impressed. “I’m number five. In the entire prison. He’s seven, he’s thirteen, and he’s fifteen. And you’re in the mid-hundreds. Around five hundred maybe. On a good day. Why don’t we tear you apart right here and now and make you watch us take this Prize?”
Trayem scratched his chin.
“Now that is a very good question. I guess I’ll leave you to it.”
“I think that’s for the best,” Fayn said.
The leader turned back to me, still standing proud. His cock looked even harder than before.
“Oh, there is one more thing,” Trayem said at the door.
Fayn growled.
“What?” he barked. “Do you want tickets to watch?”
“I remembered the answer to your question,” Trayem said.
“What question?”
“About why you
