Her dark hair was pulled to one side, falling over her shoulder. Then my eyes found the metal collar around her wrist. All of the blood fell from my face.
I’d seen that collar on the Ubiytsa. The collar discharged the Type A pellets intermittently, to keep them under Master’s control. Though I suspected that her collar wasn’t filled with Type A.
It would be Type B. Which meant she would need …
My hands shook with rage. Then, through that rage I felt my stomach fall. In all my years I had never been with a female. From a young age, I had seen what females did to the males. I saw the males becoming attached to their monebi. I saw them slowly be used against them. And worse still, I saw them killed or passed on to make the men submit to the guards. But Master’s favorite was when he gifted the same mona to two males, then watched them tear each other apart in the pit, fighting for dominance.
But Master never rewarded the winner with the female. Instead he would use her as bait to do his bidding. Until his sick game grew tired and he disposed of them both.
Pawns. All of us were pawns in his empire. He was the true king.
Then I stilled, eyes closing when I realized he had seen me looking. No female had ever pulled my attention. But with Master’s High Mona, from the second I saw her in the training pit, it had been different. She appeared different from the rest of his females. She walked differently. She was shy and timid.
She was beautiful.
So fucking beautiful that she rocked me back on my heels.
I thought back to the match against the Chinese fighter, and then I knew. I remembered the moment Master had caught my attention, and for one split second, I had lost control of myself and paid the female heed. I had looked at her as she sat on the floor at his feet in fear. I had been pissed.
I had fucked up.
He knew. He knew I had noticed her. He’d told me he’d find a weakness. And after all these years, he’d finally found one. I’d sleepwalked right into his trap.
As I glanced to the mona, still hunched in the corner, shaking in fear, I felt a part of my self-imposed coldness warm. I felt a fissure fracture through my dead heart. She was tiny compared to me. She was frightened.
And she was beautiful. It was obvious why she’d caught Master’s eye.
When I caught myself, I pushed those feelings away and lay back on my bed. I stared at the dark ceiling, listening to the mona’s breathing catch.
I closed my eyes and made myself ignore her presence. If I ignored her, if I didn’t touch her, Master would take her back and I’d be safe. I simply had to resist, and then this would all go away.
I wouldn’t be weak.
Not even for a female as beautiful as her.
*
A hissing sound was the first thing I heard. The strange sound, followed by a sharp cry. I blinked into the dark room, confused by sleep. Then my dick twitched when I heard a breathless female whimper cut across the silent cell.
My body froze, and then I remembered the female in the corner. Another cry filled the room, and my heart started beating when I thought back to last night. To the guard throwing the High Mona into my cell. The mona that wore a collar around her wrist.
A long, needy moan pierced the air, and I gritted my teeth as my erect cock began to throb. Rolling to my side, I focused on the corner and saw the mona’s slumped form on the ground beginning to move. I watched, holding my breath, as her legs began to twitch. Her eyes were still shut, clearly still asleep. But when my eyes narrowed and I saw the wrist collar, I could see small movements from underneath, something pressing into her skin.
Drugs injecting into her veins.
I fisted the linen on my mattress as a louder, more desperate moan tore from her lips. This time the mona’s back arched and, even in this dim light, I could see her nipples erect as they pushed against the fabric.
My jaw ached from the strain, my dick pushing against my black pants. But I stayed still. I wouldn’t move. I wouldn’t submit to Master’s plan.
I couldn’t. I couldn’t give him the final part of my will.
Movement from the hallway caught my attention, and a guard called out, “You better fuck her, 901. The only way to make her stop is to spill inside her.”
I growled, low and threatening, but the guard moved away, leaving me alone with her again. When I looked back her way, her eyes were open. Her pupils were blown, and she looked right at me. Her wide eyes, leaden with lust and need, seared mine as she cried out, her hands moving to cup her full tits.
I couldn’t stop the groan from leaving my throat at the sight of her writhing on the floor. But I kept strong. It would pass. Her need would pass. I’d resist.
But the minutes ticked by and her need grew stronger. The mona writhed on the floor more and more. Her cries increased. They grew so pained and loud that I rose from the bed and slammed my fists against the metal bars. “Get her the fuck out!” I roared to the guards I knew were close, when I couldn’t take it anymore.
But no one came. Then I heard the hissing sound again, and every muscle in my body tensed when the mona paused in breathing, then screamed so loud that I flinched at the pain in her cries.
Moving back, I charged the metal bars with my shoulder, hearing them groan from the force. This time a guard turned with his gun held high. “Get back,” he ordered. I bared my teeth.
“Take her away!” I repeated, and wrapped my hands around the bars. I held them so tightly that my fingers ached and the veins in my muscles corded at the strain. “Remove her from here,” I threatened.
The guard flicked his gun at me, then lowered it to lean forward and order, “Screw her. I can’t stand her wailing anymore. Master gave her to you, so take her and shut the bitch up!”
The guard walked away, and I screamed, “Get back here!” but I heard the sound of a door closing and I knew he’d left us alone.
The mona screamed out again, and I closed my eyes, lowering my forehead to the bar. The cold metal cooled my burning skin, but my cock was still hard and testing my restraint.