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Intergalactic Prison

#22

(Y/N)’s POV

I sat at the bar, lonely and irritated, lost in my thoughts. After the pool fiasco and Andy’s profoundly awkward apology, we’d been avoiding each other. I missed him, in a way, but that was easily attributed to the fact that I couldn’t remember ever having known anyone else. Though I had no way of knowing for sure, I certainly felt like my self-esteem was at an all-time low.

I mean, what exactly was the right thing to do in my situation? Again, based on Andy’s reaction to it and my gut instinct, this whole thing wasn’t normal at all. People just didn’t get abducted and drugged, not so some evil overlord could watch them have sex and then cry about it! I mean, they didn’t, did they?

I wasn’t mad at Andy, I wasn’t even mad at Kama. But I was furious at myself for not figuring something out, though I had no idea what that something might be. The fact that Andy loved someone else weighed so heavily on me, I felt terrible. What if she didn’t forgive him when we got out of here?

Maybe, if I could just trigger some memories, they’d help? The weird ‘scientist’ in me told me that the resurfacing of memories was hard to predict. It could be prompted by a smell, taste, or something in a person’s surroundings, even weird stuff like a familiar feeling. I still had no idea what could have caused my amnesia, but I was frightened at the idea that part of my brain could be damaged or missing.

In the interest of trying to gain my memories back, I’d gone exploring throughout the ship. Kama was apparently placated by Andy’s jacking off like a fucking pervert, so it had let me look around a lot more than before.

I’d finally found some portals to look through, and what I saw was unimpressive. There weren’t any nearby planets, not that I could see. I’d found a massive library, some kind of workshop full of droids that didn’t appear to work, a million storage closets, some simulation rooms, a bowling alley, an arcade, some kind of gardening center, and a mini golf course!

Kama had clearly blocked off some areas of the ship, but for the time being, I was content just to be able to move around outside of my quarters. It had been comical how Kama had kept asking me if I wanted to do this activity or that, and sounded disappointed when I’d told it that, for the time being, I was just exploring. It had a lot of personality for a mainframe. At least, I thought it did.

Thus far, my favorite part of the ship was the lounge. It just had a friendly, cozy atmosphere about it. Though I was suspicious of the drinks, of course, I knew I didn’t really have any other choice. At that point, I just accepted that if Kama had decided that the time had come to drug me up, it would find some way to do it. Ugh. So I went ahead and ordered my fourth drink. Hey, they were tasty.



Andy’s POV

I had had enough! I kept looking for something, anything I could fashion into a weapon or a tool. There had to be some kind of escape pod on the ship, right? I didn’t know a damned thing about that kind of shit, but safety regulations required them, I was sure I’d heard that.

I had to get out of here; I had to get back to Earth! I had to find a way… If only there was something physical I could take on, some way I could fight!

Surely, at some point, the fucker (or fuckers) who had done this to (Y/N) and I would show up. And I planned to be ready.

So I kept searching, looking for anything I could sharpen or break off into a point. I had found a metal bar in some kind of graveyard for droids, and that was the best I’d done so far. I kept it close. They could come any minute, and I had to be prepared.


I woke up when I hit the ground, and instinctively clutched my metal bar to me. “Lights, Kama, lights!”

Oh, fuck. Seriously? I was lying on the floor, and my dresser was gone again! At least this time I had had the brains to go to bed wearing shorts.

I scowled. “Kama, are you fucking serious?!? Just how often do I have to bone (Y/N)? I mean, just earlier today-“

Kama cut me off. “-Daily intercourse is preferred, to maximize opportunities for the formation of an emotional bond. Twenty-four hours have passed-“

I yelled at nothing, not wanting to hear it. “-Grahhhhh!!!” I waved my metal stick in the air as I shouted, angry and feeling weak and helpless.

That was when I felt the floor underneath me start to heat up. “You asshole! You fucking asshole!”

Frustrated, I stood up and looked around, not wanting to give in to being manipulated. Quickly, I tested the bathroom, the shower, the sink counter, but they were all getting warm too.

I gritted my teeth and headed out the door into the hallway. “Where isn’t hot? Just fucking tell me, I don’t want to play games!”

I got goose bumps when the hallway dimmed and actual arrows appeared in neon green on the floor. Conscious of my bare feet starting to get uncomfortably toasty, I stalked off in the direction of the arrows, my knuckles whitening where I gripped my useless bar. “Fucking bullshit.”

God dammit, I wanted a cigarette!

Notes





I noticed that someone voted for me! Thank you so much! <3

Comments

@Billa-kaulitz-engel


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5/13/17

@smutty pariah
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@Billa-kaulitz-engel


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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
5/13/17

@smutty pariah
It actually was! XD honestly, I would rather listen to Birthday Massacre but my headphones were dead so musak it was @.@

@Billa-kaulitz-engel


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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
5/11/17