When "What Happens I Guess", Happens...

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We were dirty, smelly, and tired. But hey, we were also fit and almost entirely immune to the shocks. The girls hadn't been molested in three days. Not for lack of trying. The skinny bastards tried, were surprised when they failed completely, then tried again the same day and failed again. They left us alone for the day. The second day they tried en mass and we kicked their collective asses. They looked like guppies in their shock. They left us alone again. So it's the third day and aside from a food delivery we hadn't seen them. I don't trust it. Makes me wonder what they are planning. I tell the girls to doze if they can to make sure we are rested and ready for whatever they try to toss at us next. I have been watching the other creatures in their cells and have seen something new on them. Chains, attached to their collars. Makes me wonder if we are next, and what the chains mean. I mean these poachers have caught us for a reason right?! They don't just have us all crammed into their ship to look pretty. I doubt we are just floating in space. The raping was probably more of a test drive of the wares than anything(and they are just sick like that). These girls are not likely thinking beyond the moment, and I don't blame them. The right now is horrible enough. But I know more is coming. I just hope their minds, and my own, can handle it.

I'm dragged from my thoughts by the metallic drag of the cell door opening and a hiss of gas, 'aw hell not this crap again' I think as I fall over and I hear the others slump over.
I wake to the sight of chain links in front of my face that wind away from me to the wall, I'm on my side facing the wall. I sit up and wrap my hand around the chain and slide it up to my collar, yup I figured as much. I slide my hand the other way to determine how long it is. It's about five feet long and ends in some kind of electronic device that sort clamps the bars of the cell. I examine it and can see that it can wind up the chain to either shorten or lengthen my lead. Great.
I turn around and see the other girls are likewise tethered. All spaced out. We are all awake by now and they are all panicking. I put my hands out and they look to me. They make themselves calm down one by one. We all sit down.
"We knew something was coming ladies, I told you I saw the other critters were turning up chained, it was only a matter of time till it was our turn, we just have to take breath and you have remember, you can still fight like this" I say calmly. I point out the clamp device and tell them to be aware of what it can do and to not panic if it gets used, even if they get pulled right up against the bars they can still fight, they still have their arms and legs and torsos free to kick ass with. So those of us who are closest to each other begin mock attacks and work on helping each other deal with what we can do to help ourselves and each other if the Skinnies try to molest us in the cell itself. Although at this point I don't know why they would want to, as nasty as we've gotten with no way to bathe, I mean at least one of us has had her period and no way to plug the leak if you know what I mean, and let's just say all we have had as a toilet is a drain in the floor and the closest thing to toilet paper we have had is a cup of water. Thank God there was actually two cups, not one as I first thought. We use one to clean and one to drink, keep the two FAR away from each other thank you!
We have spent a few days tethered, but the Skinnies have not bothered us, they bring food, but that's it. They seem to have noticed we aren't April Fresh too, which I find pretty amusing. They kinda wrinkle what passes as a nose on their ugly faces and look at us kinda like they wonder what they were thinking trying to rape us to start with. I wish one would get close enough for me to blow in his face, cuz let's face it's, I haven't been able to brush my teeth in forever and I know my breath is kicken.  But alas, they keep their distance practically running out the door now. I share a smirk with the other girls, "Not so appealing now are we huh?" One of them says, "Maybe we should have just grossed them out sooner?" Says another. "Apparently " I say, "if we could have stomached it we coulda smeared poo on ourselves and got them to leave us alone REAL quick, but ew" I say wrinkling my nose and waving my hand in front of my face. The others laugh at my silliness.
I stiffen as a loud keening cry is heard. We all turn to look out across the way. The Skinnies have a new acquisition. It is a small group of fluffy beings, two large and three small. The two large are being whipped by the Skinnies, the three small are being held aloft and roughly collared. I stand go to the end of my lead. The largest being is fighting so hard to get to the three small ones. Just has the last one is collard, the largest bellows and lunges. It tries to get to the little ones and they are tossed into the cell in front of them. The smaller of the larger beings has been collard and is being dragged towards the cell. It was the one keening. It's renewed keening catches the attention of the largest who then turns to the Skinnies holding the smaller, it grabs a Skinny by the neck and squeezes. It doesn't take much before its head pops like a zit and sprays the largest with blood and brain matter. My eyes become like saucers and my heart races. Holy shit! Either that fuzzy dude is insanely strong, or the Skinnies have very weak skulls! This could be very valuable info!!! I feel horrible moments later when the Skinnies retaliation occur in the form of shooting the largest fuzzy in the head point blank, it drops to the deck in front of the smaller large fuzzy who stares in shock at what I can only guess must have been its mate. I clasp my hand to my mouth as a sob escapes.
He?/it was only defending its people/family. But if there is a higher power out there, and everything happens for a reason, then the fuzzy dude didn't die in vain. He just showed me the way. If I can just find a way to get my chain clamp to release my tether I can pop some heads Princess Leia style, God willing. I/we will take down as many of these bastards as we can no matter the cost, but hopefully freedom and vengeance will be the prize...

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