Page 77 of Condemned

Chapter Twenty-Eight

They’d questioned her. As Avalon had feared, they’d quickly discovered their so-called love machine had broken loose. The high priest sat her down, with Praise and another priest as backup, and he asked her many questions. Some she answered correctly, though when answering some questions concerning her mauleons she lied.

At various times, the high priest became maniacal, jittery, and his eyes bulged. Eventually he settled.

“Confine her to a meditation cell. Let the love machine and the mouse-bot roam freely but watch them wherever they go. Inform me of everything.”

“Yes, sir,” said the second priest. “I will have this one cleansed of her sins. Perhaps we can still use her?”

“Yes. We must use her. Tomorrow. Of course. At least this once. However, I do sense some unusualness to this female. Be vigilant.” He leaned in and sniffed her, then leaned back. “I am having urges and you know my inclinations. Cleanse her well.”

“I shall, sir.” The others bowed as the high priest left. This remaining one eyed her, playing his tongue over his lips. “I too have urges. I think our deepest meditation cell for her, Sister Praise?”

“Of course, Lesser Priest Han. It shall be done and done well.”

The undercurrent of maliciousness in both their voices made her want to stick a fork in their eyes. Since she had no forks on her, she obeyed.

They hustled her away down stairways and hallways, escorted by Praise as well as two guards who gave her that lustful eye she knew well. Her hormonal efsana scent must be returning. So early. It did not give her much time. They reached a poorly lit corridor and she was marched along it.

Escaping from a cell would be difficult.

Especially... this one.

She turned in a circle. It was bare of anything except bedrock and concrete on the walls and ceiling, with thick bars running from top to bottom at the front. Here was a bunk bed, bolted down, and oh, yes, what lovely décor, a chain hanging from above as well as metal hooks and eyelets bolted to one wall.

“This is one hardcore meditation cell,” she mused, loud enough for Praise to hear, hoping to annoy her for some stupid and rebellious reason.

She’d decided she hated Praise.

The cell door was still slid open and Praise stood in the opening, looking moderately demure with her hands clasped. Behind her the two guards were dragging forward a hose. Avalon’s stomach danced nervously. She could see what was coming and it was not a nice warm bath.

“Oh, we do much more than meditation here. Some of the girls require attitude adjustment. I did warn you. Remember?”

“Hmmm.” Wary, she stepped back as the guards entered the cell towing the hose. Which was when she noticed the circular drain under her feet. If she ever needed Nibbles to dismantle some hinges and undo locks, it was now. Once these people departed, anyway.

Unlock this cell door tonight, and a few other doors, climb to ground level, and she could find her way out.

One of the guards left and she heard the distinctive squeak of a tap being turned.

“Now we shall cleanse you.” Praise smiled, showing fangs and a pretty row of teeth.

The water blasted into her chest and face and she staggered, turning her back on it only to be knocked off her feet to hands and knees. It was frigidly cold and that alone stripped the air from her lungs.

The water kept pouring at her for so long that her only escape was to curl into a ball and wait, clutching her ears, eyes crammed shut. By the time they stopped hosing her she was shivering intensely, teeth chattering, and her fingers felt numb and barely alive.

“Strip her, chain her from the ceiling. We have much to do. Fetch the scrubbing brushes and the soap, please.”

The pure satisfaction in Praise’s voice made Avalon decide to escalate from forks in eyeballs to a blazing torch shoved up her cunt.

The cleansing went on for some time, an hour or more, possibly. Her estimation was ruined by her shivering so much her mind blanked out. Getting her nipples and pussy scrubbed with a brush was also a bit distracting. Lesser Priest Han joined in, wielding the scrubbing brush. She glared and swore at him and Praise until they scrubbed her tongue and shoved a gag in her mouth. After that she endured and stayed silent.

When they were done, they left her with her hands attached by cuffs and chains to the ceiling. She could stand. If she did not, if she fell to her knees, it would be uncomfortable but possible to remain there. Lying down however was beyond the reach of the chains.

Most of the water drained away and thankfully a heating vent of some sort was blowing warmth into her cell from outside the cell. They removed the gag and let her drink water, fed her a single piece of fruit and some chunks of cooked meat. A bottle of water was left nearby.

She was warming, though her skin felt raw and as if she’d been dragged naked through a field of prickles.

The cell door clanged shut and was locked. Praise blew her a kiss then exited left.