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 Holly's Story An Illakian Story by Dominica Potestas

   MF nc Mdom nosex



   IV Ura

   I left Isaac's office, now clothed in the smock, and was immediately
cuffed again before I could register what was happening.  I was wordlessly
escorted onto the cell block.  I was on a landing in what appeared to be a
big hall.  On my right was a row of cells.  The cells appeared to be simple
stone cells set in arched alcoves, big enough for the two bunk beds that
were in each one.  The cells were completed by simple bars place across the
entrance to the alcove that had a padlocked door set into them.  I was
taken to my cell and was ushered in.  My hands were released and I was
left.

   I sat on the bed.  I didn't know whether a bed was free or which one I
was supposed to take, so I was careful.  I noticed that the mattresses did
not have any covers or pillows on them.

   Eventually, another woman was escorted in.  She was a small woman with
unkempt blonde hair and a tanned skin tone.  What was unusual though was
that she appeared to be pregnant.  Instead of the smock that I was wearing,
she was just wearing plain black underwear, leaving her proud belly
unbarred.

   "Hello girl," she said, as she tentatively sat down of the bunk
opposite.

   "Hi," I said, "I'm Holly."

   "Ura."

   "How far along are you, if you don't mind?" I asked just to keep
conversation going.

   "Six months."

   "And they're making you work for your debt?" I asked, horrified.

   "Well, yes.  I don't do any hard labour, but you know," she shrugged,
"you gotta do it haven't ya."

   "Well, what are you doing then?"

   "You wanna know, girl?"

   "Yeah..."

   "I'll be in the brothel."

   Kit had told me about the brothel attached to the jail.  It was the only
legal brothel in Grand City, and was `stocked' with girls trying to write
off official debt quickly and slaves brought in from other government
departments to top up numbers.

   "Really?" I said, a little taken aback.

   "Yeah, it's easy work girl; lie on your back for a day or so and your
debts written off."

   I recognised talk like that.

   "Why would you want to do it though?"

   Ura guided my elbow so we were both leant over whispering, and she
glanced around the cell and out of the bars.

   "Okay, I'm a hooker, but you do not mention that to anyone in here. 
Understand?"

   "Yeah, yeah sure.  I understand.  It's cool."

   "So you see it is quite easy for me."

   "Yeah."

   "Hopefully, I should be an exotic item, what with my `condition' and
everything."

   "Do you know the father?"

   "Er, no.  Doesn't matter though, this little one is going to have more
chances in life that I did."

   I smiled, thinking of my mother.

   "Can you believe that they didn't have a dress big enough for me?"

   I laughed.  "Yes I can actually."

   ***

   We were largely left alone after that.  No other girl was brought to our
cell and no sign was made that we were to be taken anywhere.  It seemed
that this day couldn't get any worse after all.  Ura and I lolled around on
the bunks, talking about Shacks life. Eventually, the smell of food wafted
up to our cell.  I went over to the bars.  Down in the hall, about fifty
girls dressed like me were eating a meal, of what appeared to be boiled
meat and vegetables.  They were sat on stools at single tables lined up
like a classroom, eating in silence.

   "How come we aren't getting any food?" I complained.

   "We will, they do a landing at a time," Ura explained.

   "So, have you been in before?  I asked tentatively.

   "Oh yeah.  Usually about once a year.  It's not to be recommended.  I
did a year in prison last year."

   "Oh dear."

   "Yeah well, it puts you off.  I certainly don't choose to be here."

   ***

   Eventually we were led down to have dinner.  It was a strange meal,
eaten in silence at single desks, only the back of another girl for
company. At least it was warm food.  We then retreated to bed, exhausted
and apprehensive.



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