I sat in the cell for three days, watching the door as food was delivered twice a day, a feast of packaged preserved garbage. I washed myself in the sink, and stared up at the light and speaker grate. The speaker was silent. Another three days, I ate, I slept, I paced. Nothing, not a peep.
I stared out the window each time I saw movement in the hall, counting the guards, judging their height, their build, their walk. Just twelve of them, plus Gallicea and Java. Plus Klossinger and his pet Oona.
Assuming I was paying close enough attention and counting right.
I'd stare out the door to make sure Allie was still across the hall much of the time. She'd look out at me, and we'd silently mouth words back and forth. We couldn't unlock our doors, we had no tools. Neither of us had seen Katy.
By the beginning of day three, I realized that I was losing my mind. I had an erection constantly, and that animal roar that I kept feeling grow inside me was building. They could throw me any woman and I'd jump her without a thought. Klossinger was having a good time testing me, I couldn't imagine what this would actually prove, though.
I was trying to think straight, trying to breathe slow, keep my mind straight, but I heard movement in the hallway, female voices raised. I knew Gallicea would shock me if I got too close to the window, so I stood back and watched Adriannanna go by, held tight by one of the guards. She wore only a t-shirt and panties, and struggled against her guard. One held up a remote, zapped her, and she was dragged away by two of them.
Another woman emerged, a little bit older, maybe just a few years, and, a fading bruise on her eye. She was a little bit thicker than Adriannanna same doe eyes, same deep chestnut brown hair. Boobs a bit larger, more the soft princess. Aria. She was cowed, the beating she'd taken clearly stealing the spirit from her. Like Adrianna, she wore only a t-shirt and a pair of panties, walking slowly ahead of her minder.
Finally, a third girl emerged, the youngest sister. She was skinnier than Adrianna, the baby of the family, womanhood barely taking hold of her, she couldn't have been more than eighteen. Nineteen at the outside, she still fit the volleyball top she'd been crammed into, the thick family ass not yet come in like with her sisters, but her thin waist showed the flare of hips that would become the kind of ass that men drooled over, desperate to plant a baby in. She reminded me of Faith, too young to be in this world, too grown to be ignored by it. Her hair was a slight shade lighter than her older sister's, she was just a little bit taller around five-five, still soft. She followed her older sisters without a fight.
Next door, and two doors down, I heard pounding at the doors, hooting and raging. They'd been quiet the last two days, but the women in the hallway were setting something off in all of us. Gallicea appeared in my view, two remotes in her hands as she shocked my neighbours. She smiled, watching me as Java and a pair of guards pulled out the two men, limp from the shocks.
One was a white guy, blonde, no shirt sporting a gym-sculpted physique and faded tribal tats. His head was topped with a grown out hipster beard and the messy remains of a man bun. Looked to be almost as tall as me, probably a good ten years younger. The other was a shorter guy, black, he looked soft now, but you could see the strength from hard work in his youth, a short haircut growing out to a shaggy mess of curls. He was going easier, less groggy than the other, and looked up to my window, fearful. I'd've pegged him in his late-thirties, maybe early forties like me.
I stood, waiting, knowing that they'd be coming for me soon. Gallicea wouldn't take chances with me, she'd shock me into unconsciousness if Klossinger let her. I fumbled at my collar, annoyed by the tightness, waiting anxiously. I could hear the elevator cranking down slowly from the upstairs office. Great, he was coming.
Gallicea joined Klossinger in front of my door. Java and two guards with her. The whole staff must be out to do this today, whatever this was. Fantastic. I could see Allie's face in the window across the hall, watching them.
"Hello Calvin," Klossinger called out. "It's been three days since you had your tryst with lovely miss Adrianna, yes? You must be getting somewhat, ah, feral?" He was right. My blood was racing, adrenaline pumping as I started at him and Gallicea, feeling rage brim in my throat, a bloodlust chomping at the bit. She smiled and hit the button.
I didn't go out, not all the way, but the shock made me groggy, enough that they could manhandle me out of the broom closet serving as my cell. They strapped a leather mask to my face like I was Hannibal Lecter, binding my hands behind my back with a pair of handcuffs. Java held me by the neck, walking behind me, the massive finger's of the freakish tamed Redeye wrapped around my neck. He marched me to Klossinger.
"Today will be fun, my friend," Klossinger crowed.
Gallicea shook her head and stepped to him, getting between Klossinger and I, "this is a stupid risk, I don't see what you'll learn from-"
The small man held up a hand and waved her off. "Shut up, woman, you know exactly why we're performing this experiment."
Chastened, Gallicea stepped back, but leaned into the froggish man and hissed in his ear, "....barely enough to cover the redeye pens... "
