I have used my saliva to use the dirt around me to make a stopper so they can not lock the door. I will be able to get out on my own accord. I'll slip it in when the guards give me my dinner using my tail; they won't notice.
I get my meal, and without missing a beat, they check me for a weapon beyond my jaws and claws. They don't find one, and I'm good when they close the door behind them, and their key turns, but I know that the door is not locked.
I have been speaking telepathically with the other victims as we get raped right before and after meals. I have made some friends. They deserve to be out of here. No one here deserves to be here. This place is hell. I won't make my escape alone it's not fair to them
I let myself disassociate from the situation while they do what they want with me just a blank stare off into space as my body moves, a single tear rolls down my face as I ignore the pain. They know it's their time for fun, and they know we don't like it, but they do not care; they enjoy having that power over us that constant fear. It has been a little while today two men finish with me today. And they high-five each other as they throw me back in my cell my head slams into my toilet sink combination.
I wait for lights out, and I start coming out. Very slowly, I end up going into stealth mode which here is a human. I know that there are two guards right around the corner. I come around quick and punch them both in the throat and remove their handguns then disrobe them at gunpoint. I use one of their canteens just beyond the muzzle to make a silencer as I kill them both shooting them in the head twice and put both of them in my cell and close the door, disposing of the bodies. So now I'm dressed as one of them walking around with keys. I had never shown them my human form.
I walk straight up to the control room of my friends and I., And I wake him up to tell him, "I'm here to replace you, uh, bro."
He responds to me, "No one says bro any more, idiot. Are you a new pledge I can't keep track? Hahaha, you trying to replace me? Bro. I'm out of here I need a blunt a line and a snack." He walks away and leaves me in there by myself before he leaves he says "don't call me bro, my brother is in California, call me #6". I look around there's a map to get out its marked "fire exits," I see the blind spots on the map, but I knew the blind spots already by chance or on purpose because they put guards there.
I open the cell doors, and there's no noise that I can hear with the door open. Everyone walks out rubbing their eyes for a count. Which after the count breakfast is followed by involuntary sex. We never knew what time it was. Life, just kind of, happens one involuntary sexual encounter at a time. We only knew when it was our day of the week because they would allow us to take a shower and the new guys who haven't earned their way yet would be allowed to throw little bags of gunpowder at us that made tiny explosions as they masturbated in the large shower enclosure with us. They used to wipe it on my fur to make me stay in there longer. Every once in a while if a prisoner was sick, or they got to a certain age they would just stop having sex for a while then they would kidnap us from our cell and then shoot us topside and dump us overboard without halting the caravan, that's what I've heard and understood from being here for 3 years.
I walk out, and I instruct everyone to fall into a formation. The other prisoners do that, and then I transform back to my other form. And this gets their attention. Everyone is looking right at me instead of down at my feet as instructed. I convert back into a human and put my clothes back on. "I have an escape for all of us. But you must obey me and trust me until we get out of here. It's not far, but we need to get to the nearest door, and I have been free for almost 20 minutes, so any minute now they will discover us missing. For now, since I don't know who will run faster than I lets all go, I have a map on me now."
We all walk in a single file line because that's what we're used to doing. There are no lights in the hallway I'm leading the way with the flashlight on the uniform making sure everyone gets through the doors I'm opening with keys and key-cards. Someone else notices a weird sound on my radio and touches it to turn it up. And we all hear it. There's an alarm that's been going for a while. I feel the panic of all 25 of us in the pod.
We all sprint down the hallway, they are following me closely I hear screaming from the back of the group. We start to hear rapid gunfire, but we can't see from whereas we enter a storage warehouse. I'm returning fire towards where I think they are coming from; I've been half deaf from their abusing me. The guards used to like to hit me in the right ear as they were fucking me from behind; the right ear was something they all agreed on. I see the door and get everyone running to it as fast as they can. Some of them get shot but I see nine of them escape through that door into the night.
I start my running for the door I'm a lot faster in my dog form so I transform. And all of a sudden I'm sprinting and the door shuts in front of me as the whole building rocks violently for some reason as I'm trying to outrun what they call a 'chicken,' one of them is riding it throwing some heavy item next to me. The door shuts in front of me, and I tackle the metal folding door bending it where I impacted it. The chicken rider throws another at me and it hits me in the face. I'm down, and the chicken rider comes up to me with his light on and picks me up by the scruff. "Oh look at this big hole that just missed your neck, you have a new fuck hole in your scruff, some of the men will get creative with this."
I am defiant to him, "I might not have escaped successfully, but several of them did."
He snarls at me, "I know, and I don't care about that. You committed treason against me, I've been nothing but a gracious host." He hits me with one of the large objects in my ribs. I let out a yelp of pain. "What's my name bitch? I know who you are a prince! I don't give half a fuck!" He hits me again with it this time in the stomach. I vomit all over myself and a little bit on him. "That's not my name! How dare you get me dirty!" he clears his throat, "lick it off bitch." I lick my vomit and my blood off his boot. "Ahahaha! swallow, enjoy it, that's your last meal for a week."
I ask him, "What is wrong with you people?"
He introduces him self as satire, "Hi, I'm Dane, and these are my men. We pillage villages, rape who we want and enjoy it in our free time as well. Have we met?"
I do not like what he has to say, "Fuck you."
He fakes sympathy, "But you are my guest. I took you from Virginia so you can travel the nations. Aren't you having a good time? I mean this is your second escape attempt you won't ever see the outside of your cell again you will shower in a burlap sack, no monthly time in the cage outside, meals only in your cell and we will never turn on the light in your cell again. Oh, and the count will be in your cell. We will open your slot to make sure you're there. Have the day you deserve. asshole."
"Fuck you." I start to growl at him.
He slams the object on my leg twice in the same spot and pulls the leg, so I have the bone sticking out. "You are now broken with my favorite weapon, a simple claw hammer. Enjoy your day; I hope you have the day you deserve." He stands up away from me and speaks to a group. "Take care of all the dead bodies. I'll help by getting mop buckets and pick up my hammers; we do have dry storage food here let's go ahead and make it sanitary so we all don't get sick. Throw out any food that has blood on it or has been shot with bullets, anything else let me know at our meeting daily meeting at 1800, I'm going back to bed after I get a mops and buckets for everyone thank you for waking me I will think of a way to reward you all."
He walks away, and I'm dragged back to my cell by my protruding bone in my hind leg. As I'm screaming and crying. I wake up later and realize they didn't take the two bodies out yet. So I start to eat a piece of my rations eating as much as I can so I don't starve in a week.
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Battle Born Vagabond
AcciónIn a future dystopia where humans are the weapons and the world is further fractured. Marie becomes exiled from Illinois during a peace mission. when Dane Glysac takes over Illinois and the Illinois Army by force. Dane has his own sick and twiste...