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The bulbous head of the alien dildo disappears and the lid of Viagra spray pops open with a metallic clink. My body stiffens as I brace for the icy heat that I know is coming next.
With my eyes closed tight, I force my mind on a journey to a tranquil mountain meadow, lush with verdant grass and wildflowers. A small waterfall trickles over the rocks into a glassy pool below, the peaceful sound of the water providing an ethereal ambiance. I sit on the edge of the pool, dipping my feet into the cool water and—
A distant explosion followed by the shrill alarm of a prison break rips through the tranquil scene of my imagination, saving me from the warden's perversions.
With a harsh curse, he waddles over to the monitor mounted on the wall behind us. I crane my head back to see a group of quilled guards sprint down one of the long, dreary corridors armed with their electrified rods. The dim illumination of the tube lights running along the center of the roughhewn ceiling flashes an urgent red.
"What's happening?" he barks at the monitor.
"The Nomadican has escaped, along with the Berserker’s female," comes the breathy response of a guard.
"Find that horned freak and the Berserker's slut, or I'll have every one of your heads on a spike!"
"Yes, Warden."
Warden Hyt grumbles his displeasure and strides over to clip a leash to the collar circling my throat, releasing me from my shackles. I immediately slide off the table and rub the rawness from my wrists where the cuffs dug into my flesh.
With meaty fingers pulling my leash for me to follow, he steers me to the only home I've known for countless years. A thin barred, gilded cage that sits on the far wall of the warden's bedroom. The ornate frame gives it an ethereal beauty that belies its purpose.
It stands six feet high and ten feet square, with a tiny flap in the door to pass my food tray. Inside there's a small bed, the equivalent of a chamber pot, and a basin with running water.
The confining creation is a fragile weaving of metallic strands that's stronger than it appears. As hard and as many times as I've tried to bend the wispy threads, there is no escape.
"Until later, my beauty." The warden unclips my leash and shoves me inside.
I stumble forward, catching myself on my hands and knees. The door bangs closed behind me. I turn to watch the warden rush from the bedroom, and I tug at the collar around my throat, loathing the feel of it. Hating its meaning. It's a symbol of ownership so all will know I belong to him. A pet for him to do with what he pleases.
Once he disappears from sight, I spring up from the floor and run to the basin. With frantic hands, I scrub away the unwanted touches then don one of the robes he allows me. It covers me from head to toe in soft, billowing fabric of a garish red.
I collapse on the end of the bed, thankful for the reprieve from the warden's forced attentions. Solitude is not something to be taken for granted so I relish this unexpected hiatus. He will be back, and when he returns, so will I to my shackles.
Lying down on my side, the strident alarm continues to sound. It's high-pitched and hurts my ears, but I'd gladly endure the noise knowing it keeps the warden busy and away from me.
There has only been one other prison break since I'd been here. The alarms hadn't sounded for this long, and I wonder about the explosion and the human that has escaped. I hope she finds her way out of this place; if not, they'll kill her. Maybe death is preferable to being passed around to the alien convicts.
I shudder and tighten the robe wrapped around me. My eyes pan around the same boring stone walls but flick back to the gaping seam along the length of my cage's door.
I jerk upright, my heart thudding in my chest. The sight before me is too good to be true so I can't trust it. Breath held, I pad over to the door, reach out a wishful hand, and give the door a little push.
Astonished beyond words, I watch as it swings open.
The report of the escape had rattled Warden Hyt so much, he accidentally left my cage unlocked. I rush to the bedroom door the warden exited from and peek into the room beyond.
A large, imposing desk dominates the center of the room. Two high-backed chairs are situated on either side like an office of an important person, and on the other side, the door to my freedom stands ajar. Many frantic voices filter in from the corridor beyond. Sounds of chaos. The perfect distraction for my escape.
If I'm caught, I don't know what he will do to me. Toss me in with the unfortunate girls to be used by the prisoners?
I take a deep breath, race across the office on nervous feet, and peek through the crack where the door stands ajar. The corridor outside is alive with flickering red lights and blaring alarms. Guards run this way and that, creating a disorderly scene.
I carefully close the door until only a sliver of the corridor remains. I don't want to risk being seen. My gaze darts around the room for something, anything, that I can carry with me as a weapon. My eyes fall on a long pole leaning against the side of the desk. I run over and grab it, twisting the end the way I've seen the warden do, and activate the glowing tip.
As soon as the guards clear the corridor, I dart out and run in the direction of the arena. I remember the exit to the outside where I was brought in on the day of my arrival.
I also remember the surface is a frozen, inhospitable place, and I don't even have shoes. But this could be my only chance to flee the warden. I take one last look around at where I've been captive for so long. The echo of forced arousals and unwanted penetrations with weird alien dildos rockets through my brain.
If I don't get out of here, I'm afraid my spirit will eventually break. As strong as I pride myself on being, what I've survived has been a repulsive nightmare I wouldn't wish on anyone.
Decision made. I'd rather take my chances at escape and possibly freeze to death on the surface of this frozen rock than withstand another day of perverted torture from the warden.
