Savage in the Cell: A Scifi Alien Romance (Fated Mates of Breeder Prison Book 2) Read online

  Savage In The Cell

  Tammy Walsh

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  1. Harper

  2. Trayem

  3. Harper

  4. Trayem

  5. Harper

  6. Trayem

  7. Harper

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  Harper

  The alarm screamed into the night.

  It was a strange warbling sound and beat in time to the pulsing lights around the cell’s ceiling. They came up to full brightness and then dimmed back down to pitch darkness.

  I shot up and pressed the blanket to my breast, recognizing I was not in my own bed. That meant I had to be in someone else’s. But that wasn’t exactly unusual.

  What was unusual was how comfortable the bed was. It couldn’t possibly be mine. The springs didn’t jab me in the back and Mixxar wasn’t there to snore so loudly I couldn’t sleep for more than twenty minutes before the vibrations woke me up.

  I also knew I couldn’t be in a regular fighter’s bed because I wasn’t half crushed by the victor’s heavy muscular arm draped over me.

  I peered at the cell and realized it wasn’t typical at all. The bed was large, king-size, for the victor who it belonged to. A large wardrobe spanned the length of the back wall. On the other side, tucked away in a single corner, was a small kitchenette. A small stove sat with a single saucepan on it from where I’d cooked the night before. Between that and the entrance was the door that led into the private bathroom.

  It was the champion’s quarters. Kren’s quarters.

  I tossed the blankets aside and scooped up my sheer dress. I slid it on over my head and crossed to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. When I drew halfway up to it, the entrance door opened.

  I froze in surprise. I had never seen a cell door open when I approached it before. We were always locked in the fighter’s rooms until morning. No exceptions.

  So, what was the exception here?

  Why were the lights flashing and the alarm blaring?

  My curiosity trumped my fear and I edged toward the open doorway and peered out.

  The lights flashed out there too, the alarm screeching its deafening duet.

  I wasn’t alone in the prison. Over there, I heard the scream and shout of inmates as they confronted a pair of guards.

  “Stand back!” one of the guards bellowed, lowering his rifle to aim at the nearest prisoner.

  The prisoners darted toward the guard, who released a shocking streak of blue and white from the tip of his rifle.

  A prisoner took the bolt of lightning to the chest. He dropped the metal rod he was carrying and went down, body shuddering against the floor. He threw up over himself.

  The second guard opened fire and it missed its intended target and streaked through the air and passed directly in front of me. My hair stood on end and my face and chest clenched tight as it slammed into the adjacent wall.

  There were too many prisoners for the guards to handle by themselves. The inmates grabbed the guards and wrestled them to the ground.

  A powerfully-built prisoner with straggly hair seized a guard’s arm that held the rifle and smacked it on the ground powerfully with all his strength.

  The guard lost his grip, or perhaps he lost his consciousness, as a second prisoner had his arm wrapped around his neck and choked him out.

  The prisoner wielded the shock rifle. His comrade rolled off the guard, who gulped and gasped for oxygen. The prisoner unloaded the rifle into him. His metal armor sparked and flashed as the lightning filled him.

  The guard’s body shuddered aggressively. The prisoner didn’t let up until smoke issued from the armor in a wispy haze.

  I raised a hand to my nose to block the stench of cooked meat. I could smell it even from as far away as I was.

  The prisoner released the trigger and peered at the rifle with a sense of wonder. He grinned maniacally at this new sense of power.

  Another prisoner bashed him over the head and took the rifle for themselves.

  Easy come, easy go.

  Over there, two alien gangs attacked each other, stabbing and pummeling. They were all fighters, and it made for a very vicious battle.

  I backed into the room and the door slid shut. I felt relieved—a little—that it was happening out there and not in here.

  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

  A riot had seized the prison.

  A riot. At Ikmal!

  How had this happened? Why had it happened?

  All questions, no answers.

  I shook myself and focused on what really mattered.

  My safety.

  How could I stay safe?

  Should I head to the Prize Pool? There would be more of us there and we could mount an effective defense.

  Except we were weak females, alone in a prison full of marauding masculine creatures.

  And there was no doubt in my mind the Prize Pool would be the first place many of the prisoners would head to. If they couldn’t win a battle in the pit, many wouldn’t have felt the warmth of a girl in years.

  The Prize Pool could well be the most dangerous place to be right now.

  I would stay here, I decided. It was the champion’s quarters. It would be the last place any of the prisoners would go. No one would want to fight Kren. He was the champion for a reason and nobody wanted their heads bashed in.

  Plus, this was where he was most likely to return. If he came back here, I could follow him, and I would be safe.

  I caught a glance of myself in the full-length mirror that hung on the front of the wardrobe. Dressed the way I was in this silk negligee, it wasn’t exactly the best clothing to wear in a prison during a riot.

  I opened the wardrobe and pulled out the champ’s clothes. A baggy T-shirt and a pair of fighting shorts that swamped me.

  Nothing less sexy than this, I thought.

  I could even pass for a small alien inmate if I had to.

  Now all I had to do was wait. It was only a matter of time before the guards restored order. An emergency contingent would be sent by the warden and they would retake the prison.

  I just needed to stay away from the other prisoners and wait until the riot was over.

  The door shifted open and my heart leaped into my chest, hoping it was Kren.

  The blood drained from my face as a trio of vicious aliens entered the cell carrying metal poles and lumps of wood.

  Their eyes passed over me, then quickly scanned the rest of the room. There were four of them. The largest was called Fayn. He was the leader of this motley crew. They spread out and checked the bathroom, the other side of the bed, and the wardrobe.

  I backed away, pressing my back to the wall.

  “Where is he?” Fayn said.

  I couldn’t speak, I was so terrified. I knew what the alien Fayn and his gang were capable of. They were known as one of the most vicious crews in the entire prison.

  “I said, w
here is he?” Fayn growled, drawing closer to me.

  “W-Who?” I said.

  “Kren,” he spat. “I have a score to settle with him.”

  “I… I… Don’t know,” I said.

  Fayn turned to his other men. They finished performing their search and shook their heads.

  He wasn’t there.

  They eased, relaxing a little. My guess was the others didn’t really want to find him.

  Fayn looked me over.

  “You’re his latest prize?”

  I nodded.

  “He left soon after he brought me here. I’m sure he’ll be back any minute.”

  “I’m not so sure about that,” Fayn said. “I placed a large wager on him only lasting until the third round in the pit during the Survivor Challenge. That was before the power went down. He escaped and I assumed he would come here.”

  If I could tell them he went somewhere, perhaps they would leave me alone and head there themselves.

  I thought of the place furthest from here but my mind was numb with fear. The only place I could think of was the Prize Pool but I didn’t want to send Fayn’s gang there. The girls had enough trouble already.

  “The… Supervisor,” I said, my mind latching onto the idea. “He went to see the Supervisor.”

  Fayn fixed me with a sardonic grin and his eyes flashed with amusement.

  “Did he now?” he said. “And what business would he have with the Supervisor?”

  “He… didn’t tell me,” I said.

  “I suppose he wouldn’t, would he?”

  His eyes drifted over my face, and then down the new ensemble I’d chosen for myself.

  I didn’t like the way he leered at me, or his buddies.

  “Take off your T-shirt,” Fayn said.

  He removed his own jacket and let it pile on the floor at his feet.

  Horror settled in the pit of my stomach. In staying put in this room, I had just condemned myself to what I feared most.

  Why didn’t I run? Why didn’t I try to escape? It would have been harder for them to catch me if I’d just taken off.

  “Please, don’t do this,” I said weakly.

  I backed up further, now trapped in the corner with nowhere to run and nowhere to escape.

  His men spread across the room, blocking any attempt I might make at an escape.

  “We might as well amuse ourselves while we wait for Kren to show up,” Fayn said.

  He pulled his shirt off over his head revealing the familiar scars and abrasions from countless fights.

  A high-pitched squeal escaped my throat as he approached. He reached for me with his huge arms and yanked the T-shirt off over my head.

  I didn’t put up any resistance. I knew how strong the fighters were. I had learned long ago not to make things more difficult than they needed to be.

  I wore nothing underneath the T-shirt.

  Fayn grabbed my breast with his muscular hand and pinched my nipple hard.

  I shut my eyes and looked away. I smiled, looking up at him, attempting to play the role I had successfully played for the past five years.

  But it was no use. It felt like my first time again, when I was forced to do what they wanted and, with the hungry look in the gang members’ eyes, I feared the worst.

  The worst tended to happen at Ikmal prison.

  The leader slipped his hands down my hips and under the waistband of my baggy shorts. He rubbed my pussy with his dirty, calloused hand.

  My body didn’t respond to him.

  “Looks like I’m going to have to warm you up myself,” he said.

  He tore the shorts off me.

  I whimpered as he seized the flesh of my hips with both his hands and dragged me toward the bed.

  He threw me down, hard, as he opened his fly. He placed his intimidating length at my opening.

  I clenched my eyes shut and murmured a prayer.

  “Shut your eyes if you want,” Fayn said. “I’ll make you remember where you are, whore.”

  His gang members licked their thick lips and smiled as they watched the show they would soon be a part of.

  “Well, well, well,” an unfamiliar voice said at the doorway.

  All eyes turned to the figure leaning against the frame.

  “Trayem?” Fayn said. “Buzz off. This room’s taken.”

  He bent over me and reached down to insert himself.

  The mysterious alien known as Trayem bit into a piece of purple fruit called an oggenberry and tossed it aside.

  “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

  Fayn sighed and stood upright.

  I just stared and watched the scene unfold.

  What did this prisoner think he was doing? He was only going to get himself killed. And make Fayn and his gang go mad with bloodlust. It made them even more aggressive during sex. I wished he would stay away. If this was going to happen, then let it happen.

  Trayem drifted into the room and stood between two of the gang members, and a third who approached from behind.

  Fayn approached, not wearing a stitch, and addressed him as if they were having a regular conversation.

  “We came in here to settle a debt with Kren,” Fayn said. “This has nothing to do with you. He probably saw us coming and took off like the coward he is. We found her here. So, we’re going to take what he owes us out of her. I doubt there will be much left after we’re finished but you’re welcome to have her then. I can’t say fairer than that.”

  Trayem nodded and scratched his chin as if he liked the terms.

  “That sounds like a really good deal. But I’ve got a better one. How about you guys leave and I keep the girl for myself?”

  Fayn chuckled and his cohorts joined in as if he had made the funniest joke in the galaxy.

  I didn’t chuckle. This guy was about to lose his life for no good reason and bring the bloodlust down on me.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “You don’t have to do this. These guys are used to getting what they want. You’re only going to get hurt if you try to help. Just go.”

  Fayn pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders.

  “She might be a dirty whore, but she has some sense. Leave now and we’ll forget this whole thing happened.”

  Trayem peered at me. His eyes didn’t drift to my naked body but stayed on my face. Those dark circles were cold and hard like stone. And, unless I missed my guess, angrier than anyone had good reason to be.

  Then his expression broke into a grin of agreeableness.

  “Let me go second. And I swear I’ll never whisper a word of this to anyone.”

  My heart sank. Even if the guy couldn’t help me, there was no need for him to make the situation even worse.

  Fayn snorted and peered from Trayem to his men and back again.

  “Can you believe the balls on this guy?” he said, not without a hint of respect in his tone. “He wants to go second, bypassing all you guys.”

  He glanced at the gang member with a flat shovel-like face and a nasty gash through his bottom lip.

  “Olkas,” he said. “What rank are you?”

  “Must be around fifteen after my last fight,” the one called Olkas said.

  “And you, Chisa,” Fayn said, nodding to the gang member with long white hair that reached his ass. “What rank are you?”

  “Lucky thirteen,” he said.

  “And you, Etib,” Fayn said, addressing the thick-chested alien behind Trayem.

  “Seven,” Etib said.

  “Seven,” Fayn said, impressed. “I’m number five. In the entire prison. He’s seven, he’s thirteen, and he’s fifteen. And you’re in the mid-hundreds. Around five hundred maybe. On a good day. Why don’t we tear you apart right here and now and make you watch us take this Prize?”

  Trayem scratched his chin.

  “Now that is a very good question. I guess I’ll leave you to it.”

  “I think that’s for the best,” Fayn said.

  The leader turned back to me, still s
tanding proud. His cock looked even harder than before.

  “Oh, there is one more thing,” Trayem said at the door.

  Fayn growled.

  “What?” he barked. “Do you want tickets to watch?”

  “I remembered the answer to your question,” Trayem said.

  “What question?”

  “About why you shouldn’t tear me apart right here and now.”

  “So?”

  “Maybe I’ve been holding back all this time.”

  Fayn smacked his knee and his cock wobbled to and fro.

  “Holding back!” he said. “That’s got to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! Why would anyone hold back in the pit?”

  His gang chuckled along with him.

  But there was a dangerous glint in Trayem’s eye, one I had seen many times in the pit fights. It happened the moment the victor realized they were sitting on an ace card and were about to release it and claim the victory.

  The gang must have noticed it too because their bodies tensed and their muscles tightened, preparing to spring forward and destroy Trayem. Adrenaline flooded their systems and they would release it on my body.

  Thanks a lot, asshole.

  “You can’t claim a prize until you win a fight,” Trayem said.

  He turned his head to one side and the bones cracked in his neck.

  “I’m here to provide that challenge for you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder and watching as the entrance shut.

  Fayn had had just about enough of this guy.

  “I warned you,” he said. “Now we’re going to have to beat you.”

  He nodded to his men, who descended upon Trayem.

  I couldn’t catch what exactly took place the following moment from my position on the bed. My head was thrown back and my neck was turned at an uncomfortable angle. All I could make out were blurred fists, grunting, smacking, and the shuffling of feet on the floor.