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craggy stone.
    A dissonance of sound resonated around me.
    It sounded....
    It sounded like....
    Unable to contextualise the ghoulish symphony without seeing my gaze dropped.
    Hundreds of impossible to describe eyes gazed up at me, straining orbs opened wide and set into alien faces savage with sexual hunger.
    The optimistic ran up the walls, twisted, launching their bodies airborne.
    They reached for me with freakish hands and paws as if they could grab me where I hung thirty feet above.
    The mass of bodies surged.
    Pushing, shoving, screeching they became agitated, enraged, and a swarm of bodies tried to scale the walls or leap straight up to reach me.
    A thunderous voice filled the room ordering for calm.
    The slavers cracked their whips and swung their batons, ripping flesh from bone and knocking people senseless.
    The restless throng settled.
    My stomach churned at the savagery towards the miners, but it also revolted at the sight of the males themselves.
    Are those tentacles?
    “Slaves,” Sorkbhal’s disembodied voice boomed. “See it above you? It is female. She goes to the strongest. Fight for her ,” he finished on a roar as the transmission ended in a tooth-grinding squeal.
    The scene became a bloodbath as the males turned on each other.
    Smaller, humanoid beings squatted near the fortifications, removing themselves from the struggle and their chance at winning me for a prize.
    The monsters enduring resembled human men crossed with mutated predators lost in berserker rage.
    A handful of fights with three to five males brawling merged into a penultimate scuffle of aliens biting and slashing in a ferocious mass.
    My sob echoed above the skirmish.
    I blinked and my tears fell like rain.
    Blood sprayed the walls and misted the air.
    The stink of sweat and gore mixed with the cloying heat, rising to choke me.
    There was a sudden lull.
    Tearing my eyes from the dead and clumps of viscera, I realised only two remained standing.
    Eerily, they looked at me at the same time as if reminding themselves what they fought for.
    The larger male was golden, his features feline and his eyes a vibrant green.
    Furred skin the colour of rose gold shone in the dim.
    A wild mane of silken hair rippled from the crown of his head to his waist, and twin flesh-coloured horns curled through his hair like a laurel wreath, the points at the back of his head tipped with black.
    His expression turned bestial, possessing a domineering slant that made my skin crawl.
    He opened his mouth and roared, sounding like an enraged lion.
    Muscles slick with sweat rippled and gleamed as he lifted a clawed hand to swipe in my direction.
    My gaze darted to the stranger alien.
    Seizing, my heart gave up the struggle to regulate itself and blood drained from my face leaving me pale.
    There were no words to describe him .
    Head turned into my shoulder, I squeezed my eyes shut, praying the more human-looking creature won.
    I could not deal with the one that looked like that .
    Restless, the horde chanted from the sidelines.
    The brash sound bounced off the walls until it seemed a gathering of thousands brayed for blood.
    Tension in the room mounted as the two males circled.
    The chanting silenced.
    Lunging, they clashed in mid air.
    A hissing, snarling battle ensued.
    Claws and venom spitting fangs were their weapons of choice.
    They broke apart.
    Feinted.
    Came together with primitive fury.
    I yanked on my restraints.
    Free falling to death was the better alternative than being given to the winner.
    Vicious snarling ended with a wet crunch.
    Choppy breaths razed from my lungs.
    My jaw wrenched open in a silent scream of denial as my mind accepted whom the dying snarl belonged to.
    Quivering, I beheld the arena champion.
    Head thrown back, arms flung out from heaving sides, the victor stared up at me with intense, narrowed eyes.
    He stood triumphant over a broken corpse.
    “Give it to ... him ,” commanded Sorkbhal’s ghostly voice. “I am entertained.”
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