oh boy...*puts on a helmet*
Warning...this chap might be a bit much for some...(Ok...so I am paranoid...better to be safe then sorry ya know...).
Oh and Teal...I had to guess at the ages...I hope I wasn't too far off...
Chapter 5
Dementa shivered and curled up into a ball the best she could on the cold metal floor, in an effort to stay warm. They were true to their word; they found a way around her 'harm touch' and took her whenever they wanted. It wasn't that hard really...for the thinnest material served as an effective shield against her 'harm touch'.
At first she fought them, biting and clawing at them with her free limbs. But they would beat her for that and eventually she gave up...what's left of her spirit broken and gone. She couldn't even bring herself to cry anymore....
She had no idea how long she had been there; the only way she could tell time was when they brought her food. But then...a couple of the guards seemed to come to her at regular intervals...
In a way she was grateful for when the Vykkers came around to do more tests on her. It was surprising...the Vykks seem to treat her better then the guards...but then the Vykks were more interested in whatever future products they could get from their examinations of her then immediate 'pleasure'.
Dementa lay still in her cell, vaguely aware of what was going on around her. She opened her eyes and briefly looked about. There wasn't much going about, which meant it was either after hours or lunchtime...she couldn't tell anymore. She sighed despondently, knowing it will be only a matter of time before some of the guards came.
Sure enough she soon heard the sound of multiple slig pants coming down the hall. How many? Four? Five? It was hard to tell...and quite frankly she no longer cared.
As they came closer she noticed there was something different about this group; their voices were hushed and their pants didn't make as much noise as she was used to. For the first time in a long time she got curious and sat up. Soon a small gang of five sligs came into view and one thing immediately struck her as odd: none of them where wearing masks. Three of the sligs looked about two or three years old, one looked around ten and the remaining one somewhere in-between. The oldest looking one was wearing a lab coat, like some of the assistant sligs she had seen before. What surprised her even more was that they just walked right by her cell, not even looking at her, and went into one of the storage rooms that were nearby and she heard the sounds of rummaging.
Somewhat relieved that they had no interest in her, she laid back down again, going back into her depressed stupor. Suddenly there was a loud crash and some swearing.
"Odd damn it be careful yer clumsy olf!" she heard a rather loud voice boom.
"Oh thank yer Foggy fer tellin' the whole compound we are here stealin' supplies!" another voice snapped in response, hot temperedly.
"Keep it down both of yer." a third said, softly yet sternly, "Jeez yer two are loud enough ter wake up those two guards we knocked out earlier...."
Stealing supplies? Dementa thought, They must be from the Rebellion. But that was as far as she let herself think about it...her spirit was so badly broken that she no longer cared if an opportunity to escape was literally right in front of her face.
"Fine...Ner could yer watch the hall? In case those guards wake up sooner then we like." the second voice said.
"What der I look like? A guard? I'm a mechanic fer odd's sake!" a forth, she guessed was Ner, said, "Frankly I don' know why yer dragged me out here Tok."
"Yer needed ter get out of that work shop of yer's...Odd yer hardly come out of there as is!" the second voice, Tok she believed said with a snort.
"Whatever..." Ner grumbled as she saw him step out into the hallway and leaned up against the wall next to the door as the others resumed rummaging.
She didn't know (or care for that matter) what drew the young slig's attention to her, but suddenly she saw him in front of her cell staring at her.
"Take a picture...it last's longer..." she mumbled half-heartily as she covered her face with her free arm.
"What are yer?" she heard the slig ask.
"Haven't known for a long time...nor does it matter anymore..." she replied with a slight whine.
"Don' yer want ter escape?"
"Escape..." she managed a weak laugh, "What does it matter if I escape or not? No matter where I go or do I always end up in misery..."
"Yer could join the Rebellion..."
"The Rebellion...ha...I was part of the Rebellion...and look at where it's got me?" she raised her shackled arm, "I am nothing but a plaything for Vykkers and lusty guards..."
Ner went quiet and just blinked at her...she guessed she had shocked him with that statement....
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