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A reception area on the way in is recessed out of the main hall, which leads directly from the front door to the cells at the back. This is a very small facility. Obviously not an old and overly used jail. Wherever the saurians keep their prisoners long term, this is not it. This is more like a holding place for saurians Avel is planning on destroying. I mean, disciplining.
If I had to guess, I’d say that this place has been knocked up in a convenient location, and maybe even designed to replace a previous version that might have been torn down for some reason. This place just feels too new. Too clean. Too minimally invested in for a typical saurian construction.
“What happened? Last place get burned down?”
“How did you know?” Avel looks at me in surprise.
I shrug. “Just a guess.”
It was a good guess, though. His confirmation tells me the criminal element aren’t all completely terrified of the alphas. There’re saurians in this city who are fighting back against the twin tyrannies of law and order, and they’re prepared to go so far as to tear down parts of the infrastructure. Interesting.
I’m led back to a cell in a series of five or so cells at the very back of the building. They dog leg off the main entrance hall, and they’re all empty. Avel takes me all the way to the farthest end, where I am confronted with a box-shaped enclosure about nine feet by nine feet. There’s a sink, a bed, and a toilet all built in one big modular lump. Again, these don’t look saurian in design. They look like they were made by off-planet creatures and sold to Avel and his ilk. I bet if I looked under the rubber mat thing that passes as a mattress, I’d find some kind of interstellar trader’s stamp there.
“What is this place? Why is it so ugly?”
“You were expecting a prettier jail?”
“I was expecting something a little less soulless. This place is creepier than the bone temple thing.”
Avel snorts softly and nudges me into the cell. The only traditional thing about it is that the entire frontage is barred, so you can be seen by anybody who walks past. No privacy whatsoever. That means using the bathroom subjects you to one of the many little humiliations of captivity. I’m sure Avel would enjoy that.
I go in, because I know I have no choice. He could just as easily toss me in here as let me walk in, and at this point, dignity is at a premium. My jaw still aches slightly from the mouth fucking he gave me, and I do not think the taste of his seed is going to abate any time soon. I keep getting little echoes of it somehow, as if it burrowed into the crevices of my teeth and is releasing little taste reminders of what it feels like to be flooded with a saurian executioner’s cum.
He closes the door behind me. I hear that awful clang of a heavy jail lock engaging, and for a very brief moment, I feel a surge of panic.
“You can’t fucking leave me here.”
As pleas for mercy go, it’s not the best. I already know that. I also already know that no amount of pleading is going to change Avel’s mind.
“Of course I can, my little pirate mutineer. This is where creatures like you belong. You could have avoided this at any stage by listening to the warnings I was giving you, but you chose to rebel and now you are where all the other rebels go.”
“Fine. Then fuck you.”
He laughs at me, not concerned by my cursing at all. I have to keep reminding myself that he is an absolute monster, and nothing I do can actually get under his skin. He’s immune to cursing and to hitting, and probably to most weaponry I could find. I can’t hurt this fucking guy no matter what I do, and he has to try very hard not to hurt me.
“I will come for you in the morning, Raine, and you will have your reckoning in the Hall of Justice. Think about that before you open your mouth again.”
“You’re going to regret this,” I promise him. “There’s no fucking way this is going to go the way you think it is.”
“I could say the same to you.” He smiles through the bars.
He is so sure of himself, and so damn mean. Yes. Mean. That’s what he is. So I gave Sullivan a hard time. So what? Just because she accidentally fucked her way into being the alpha’s mate doesn’t mean she’s not the bane of my fucking existence. I don’t feel sorry for what I did. And I’m not going to be sorry tomorrow either. I absolutely refuse to be. He can do what he likes to me. I will remain true to the one thing I have left. Not my values. Not my morals. Just the absolute certainty that Sullivan deserves everything she gets.
“Get fucked.”
“Goodnight, Raine.”
He turns and walks away.
I restrain the urge to call out to him with some kind of apology or beg him to come back and not to leave me here in this cell. I’ve been in cells before, and I know that jailers are hardened. They don’t show mercy because you beg and whine. At his heart, Avel is a jailer.
I want to hate him right now. As much as I was starting to like him, this is not how I intend to let any male treat me. I don’t care how fucking hot it is when he… goddamn, I cannot think about sex right now. I cannot think about how sore I am, or how wet I am, or how much I wanted his cock inside me. He’s corrupted me with sex.
The next door shuts too, the one that leads from this little cluster of otherwise empty cells out to the reception area where the night guard practically peed himself when Avel walked in. The saurians who work under him worship him like a god. He must be so used to everybody he knows lying down and rolling over for him.
He’s not going to get that from me. Not ever. I refuse to fear him.
He’s going to learn that humans are able to rebel under even the harshest circumstances. It’s what we do. It’s one of our main strengths. We never give in, and we never surrender. Not even when it looks like we are actively surrendering. There’s just something about a human being that won’t ever allow us to truly give in to an oppressor. There will always be some corner of us fighting to be free.
