”I did, each one hesitant. I had no idea what I stepped on. The glade was uneven, the ground treacherous. The warrior’s feet stamped before me. I ...hrust again. But didn’t strike anything. The blade swung. Zanyia screeched something.I threw myself to the ground.“Give me back my sight, you Las-poxed whore!” snarled the warrior.“He’s stumbling in a circle, Master,” Zanyia shouted. “Just stand up, turn to your left.”I listened to her, standing up. I focused on my senses. My hearing felt so sharp. I. The two girls were placed in a holding cell that had no less than six female prisoners in various stages of undress and being ogled by the rank and file with obvious relish in the hope that the officers might throw them a bone or two.Mary watched poor Rebecca Cummings being subjected to dreadful blows on her rump by a Major’s riding crop that not only reddened her skin but actually drew blood in several locations like she was being torn apart by beasts on a battlefield. Of course, Rebecca was. Her blonde hair was cut short, not uncommon among inmates since long hair is a liability in fights, but in a style that was feminine rather then butch. Generous F-cup breasts filled her orange prison uniform shirt well. Her green eyes might have been prettier though, were they not cold from a hard and troubled lifetime. There wasn't a very large pool of women on death row to choose from, but Claire was sure she had a good candidate here. If she could get her to go along with it."I'm gathering. "I was just wondering where you were going right now?" I was just going home after work, why?" she sounded a bit annoyed, but that was mainly because Peter was only making her stay there and answering his questions truthfully. He didn't want to change her emotions."Do you live alone?" Yes I do, but what is your point?" I'll show you." He said "come with me".He turned and guided her up the stairs. She hesitated for a split secound then followed him.On the way up the stairs Peter was happy that.