Chapter 4: My New Home.
"I want to see her then," I said, sulking like the little girl's body that I was in.
"You'll see her if she wants it to happen." He did something on his lectern and a large door appeared in the wall behind him "Now, time to see your new home."
I toyed with the idea of resisting him, but I quickly realised that would be foolish. Deciding to bide my time, I followed him through the door, which led into a very different environment.
It was some kind of huge building I was in, so much was obvious. There were no windows I could see, just a hallway about as wide as a road. The walls though, were lined with metal bars. 'How quaint,' I thought. They still use physicals.
The bars ran from floor to the next level up, which was a walkway, with more bars and then up to the next level and the next and the next and the next... it went up as far as I could see!
"Fuck," I said.
"Yeah, that's a word you're going to get used to," Xarx sniggered. He pushed me forward, and we walked along the hallway. It didn't take long for the first shout.
"Hey pretty! I'm going to have you in all your holes!" was the first one I heard. The rest soon followed, and basically followed similar lines. The figures in the cells behind the bars were just shapes in the shadows, but I could make out enough that they were a variety of species.
"Yeah, real popular you're gonna be," chortled Xarx. "You're going to service every one of these fuckers."
My little girl legs nearly gave way at that, knowing the species this body was, but then I slapped myself mentally. If I was such a prize, there would be no way they would give me to the types in these cells. No, I'd be reserved for special clients. Of course, whilst that may mean less quantity, I was sure the 'quality' of abuse would make up for it. The richer the being, the more twisted the games they play. Trust me on this, I'm the richest person in a billion worlds.
Sure enough, Xarx didn't stop in the main wing, but took me through to another one. Smaller, with doors. Here there was no shouting, which I found slightly worse in some ways.
Finally he stopped at one of the doors, which slid open as we approached. Violently, he showed me in and, without another word, left. The door slid shut.
I found myself in a plain white room. There was a single, simple bed, some toilet facilities and a basic cupboard. A food dispenser of some kind was set into the wall.
As if to remind me of my predicament, someone had scrawled on the wall:
'Standing up, lying down, on your front, on your back. Which ever way – You're fucked.'
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