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“How old are you?”

“Eighteen Maybe nineteen I rehteenth birthday I don’t re by then…”

That young, and yet she has been ravaged by fate and drones and the machinations of my father’s empire so badly that now I aain

I feel an unwanted sensation inlike pity, but es inside ht of her nude vulnerability I want to destroy this little human I also want to protect her

I step over and flick the cameras on I don’t know precisely what I intend to do to her, but I want to make sure it hurts It has to be loud She has to scream

“Can you make noise, human?”

“What kind of noise?”

“Sounds of terror”

I should be terrorizing her age in a play act of the thing? Thereif not well-equipped

“I never liked Rath K’zar He was a favorite ofcasually around the room Every wall panel slides back to reveal a treasure trove of imple seems appropriate

“He aled, or ould be cross-legged if she were notPoor little naked hu the slit of her sex, and little else to cover her I can see her ribs when she breathes, every inhalation sucking skin over those ridges Her breasts are sht

“Yes He did He was always a terrible guard, but my father couldn’t see it He pinned awards on the dolt’s chest, never understanding that Rath K’zar is, was, and will always be a traitor In the end, Rath led my father into a trap”

“Oh, he didn’t know anything about that”

“He didn’t?”

“No Lyric was trying to kill hiainst Rath”