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His face curled into a sneer and he balled his hands into huge fists. I’d never fought against him as he beat me before. It would only anger him and make him hurt me more.
This time, with my act of defiance, I truly believed he might go too far and carry out that final act that would result in serious harm or even death.
“You’re going to pay for that, girl,” he said.
He slipped his worn belt from his baggy pants and bent it double. He approached me.
I stumbled back into the front room, stepping on the chain. It bit into the soft skin of my feet. It clinked as I drew back, drawing tight. I’d reached the maximum distance of my confinement.
“You’re going to give me what I want,” Master said, joining me in the room. “One way or another.”
My hands found the handle of the mop. I didn’t know what I was doing with it. I had no plans.
Instinct took over.
As he drew his arm back to strike at me, my arms swung around. The handle collided with the side of his head. It struck so hard it snapped in half and clattered to the hard tile floor.
He stumbled back and fell on the bed. He placed a hand to the side of his head. He looked from it to me and wore an expression of both shock and confusion.
I gripped what remained of the mop in my hands, my arms surprisingly steady. The dirty water from the cloth sloshed over my arms and down my front. I didn’t take my eyes off him.
Master leaned forward to get to his feet and scoop his dropped belt off the floor. His knees shook like he was performing a grotesque dance, before giving out beneath him completely.
“You… bitch,” he managed before slumping over on the bed.
Stinky leaped on the bed and peered at his fallen master. He looked as surprised as I was.
I just stood there, watching.
I let go of the mop handle. It fell to the floor.
Had I really just hit him?
Had I really just let him have it?
I started to laugh, then blocked it with a hand over my mouth. Tears rolled down my face. Out of shock? Surprise? Happiness? I wasn’t sure. It was a noxious mix of everything.
Was he really out for the count? Or was he playing with me? Was he lulling me into a false sense of security?
Any minute he might attack me to within an inch of my life.
I nudged his knee but he didn’t stir.
I jabbed him in the ribs and he grunted.
So much for being dead.
I dreamed of my escape, of returning to my homeworld. I swore I would never tell another living soul what happened here. This whole situation would become nothing more than a bad dream. And eventually, one day, maybe I would forget all about it.
The abusive alien that worked in the mines and dug all day long, coming back smelling of cheap alcohol and dirt, would become a figment of my imagination.
He kept the key to my release in his front pants pocket. So far as I knew, it was the only key in existence.
A lump formed on his forehead. It made me feel good to see that.
I had to get out of there. He would go crazy after he woke up. I couldn’t take the risk that next time he would be armed with a more dangerous weapon.
Master had a bulge in his pants. I felt revolted at what it concealed. A present no lady wanted.
