1st Person - Science Fiction - F/F - English - American - General
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Lily rubbed her hands nervously and approached the beast. It was Lily's job to welcome the Victor and usher them in to choose their prize. Congratulations on another win. It was a very exciting fight. She hadn't even watched it. I suppose it got a little boring after a while. Come to think of it. I had no idea how long Lily had been here. I made a mental note to ask Harper. She knew everything about this place. The beast grunted and turned on his heel to march out of the room. A pair of prison guards turned with him. Lily stepped in the beast's path and I wondered where she got the balls to do something so stupid. The beast could tear her to pieces in an instant and pick his teeth with her bones. But she had a job to do. She raised her hands and waved them. We had a new shipment come in a few days ago. I thought you might like to look them over. Some are fresh and untouched. The beast glared at Lily who immediately lowered her eyes. She performed a kind of courtesy and backed away from him. Harper stamped her foot on the deas where we stood and growled under her breath, frustrated her efforts had amounted to nothing. The stamp brought a smile to my face. Sure, we might be in **** and sure we would never escape and things could only get worse from here, but at least I had Harper to keep me entertained. Harper gasped and suddenly stood upright. The other girls leaped to attention too, straightening their long necks, pristine backs and smiling their gorgeous coy smiles. What did they think they were doing? I wondered the show was over, the beast had left and, and then I noticed him heading toward us. My breath caught in my throat at the side of him approaching, his strides were long and powerful. His eyes like laser beams. He's coming. Harper said he's coming. He's mine. He can smell my perfume. I raised my chin to look at him defiantly. It never failed to dull the fighter's interest in me.