I opened the wardrobe and pulled out the champ’s clothes. A baggy T-shirt and a pair of fighting shorts that swamped me.
Nothing less sexy than this, I thought.
I could even pass for a small alien inmate if I had to.
Now all I had to do was wait. It was only a matter of time before the guards restored order. An emergency contingent would be sent by the warden and they would retake the prison.
I just needed to stay away from the other prisoners and wait until the riot was over.
The door shifted open and my heart leaped into my chest, hoping it was Kren.
The blood drained from my face as a trio of vicious aliens entered the cell carrying metal poles and lumps of wood.
Their eyes passed over me, then quickly scanned the rest of the room. There were four of them. The largest was called Fayn. He was the leader of this motley crew. They spread out and checked the bathroom, the other side of the bed, and the wardrobe.
I backed away, pressing my back to the wall.
“Where is he?” Fayn said.
I couldn’t speak, I was so terrified. I knew what the alien Fayn and his gang were capable of. They were known as one of the most vicious crews in the entire prison.
“I said, where is he?” Fayn growled, drawing closer to me.
“W-Who?” I said.
“Kren,” he spat. “I have a score to settle with him.”
“I… I… Don’t know,” I said.
Fayn turned to his other men. They finished performing their search and shook their heads.
He wasn’t there.
They eased, relaxing a little. My guess was the others didn’t really want to find him.
Fayn looked me over.
“You’re his latest prize?”
I nodded.
“He left soon after he brought me here. I’m sure he’ll be back any minute.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Fayn said. “I placed a large wager on him only lasting until the third round in the pit during the Survivor Challenge. That was before the power went down. He escaped and I assumed he would come here.”
If I could tell them he went somewhere, perhaps they would leave me alone and head there themselves.
I thought of the place furthest from here but my mind was numb with fear. The only place I could think of was the Prize Pool but I didn’t want to send Fayn’s gang there. The girls had enough trouble already.
“The… Supervisor,” I said, my mind latching onto the idea. “He went to see the Supervisor.”
Fayn fixed me with a sardonic grin and his eyes flashed with amusement.
“Did he now?” he said. “And what business would he have with the Supervisor?”
“He… didn’t tell me,” I said.
“I suppose he wouldn’t, would he?”
His eyes drifted over my face, and then down the new ensemble I’d chosen for myself.
I didn’t like the way he leered at me, or his buddies.
“Take off your T-shirt,” Fayn said.
He removed his own jacket and let it pile on the floor at his feet.
Horror settled in the pit of my stomach. In staying put in this room, I had just condemned myself to what I feared most.
Why didn’t I run? Why didn’t I try to escape? It would have been harder for them to catch me if I’d just taken off.
“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
