I woke up in a cell. I saw what remained of my race in the nearby cells. I lashed out at the bars, trying to break them, but I could not break through them this time. The guards laughed at my poor attempt to escape. I backed away from the bars. I sat against the back wall. I sat with my thoughts. I tried to come up with a plan, but nothing came to me. I saw armored fleshlings dragging one of my warriors through the hallway. They had bound the warrior with chains, at the wrists and the ankles. This was my weakest warrior, and the fleshlings were struggling against his strength. When they finally took me to be tortured, I let them wrap the chains around my limbs. I yanked my arms away from the fleshlings, causing them to let go of the chains that bound me. I whipped one of the chains toward a guard and he shot at me. The chain hit him in the side of the head and knocked him out. I managed to dodge the pellet, but just barely.

The other fleshling shouted, “Get on the floor freak!” at me. I didn’t listen to him. Instead, I swung one of my chains at his head. He ducked just in time and screamed at me again, “I said get on the floor!”. He shot a metal pellet toward me. I tried to dodge it but this time I wasn’t so lucky. The pellet barely struck me in my collarbone. Since the chains hadn’t been working, I rushed towards the conscious guard and punched him in the face.

I wrapped one of my chains around his neck and looked towards a camera. “Free my people, or this man dies!” I shouted at the camera.

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A sound came from somewhere I couldn’t see. It was voices, and they sounded like fleshlings. “We will let your people go, but only if you stay,” the disembodied voices said.

I dropped the guard onto the ground. I was standing outside my cell when the blast doors opened. I continued to stand there as I watched all of my friends and family leave their cells and walk to freedom. When the last member of my tribe left, they led me to what I assumed was the torture room. Inside it was dimly lit. The fleshlings attached a contraption that limited my movements to my back. The other fleshlings left, and a male fleshling entered the room. The fleshling poked me with a long stick and I felt electricity course through me again. Rage begins boiling in my chest, but I ignore it. The fleshling jabs at me again and again. Each time I feel the shock deep within me. After a while, the male fleshling left, and a female fleshling took his place. It was the same leader fleshling I had seen before, but I wasn’t sure, because I was not in the best state of mind. She had a spear and stabbed me repeatedly with it. At first, I only felt little pain, because the spear had trouble piercing my scales. Eventually, the spear began piercing my scales, and I felt more pain than ever before. I was slowly losing consciousness, so I decided to talk.

“Please stop… I’ll tell you everything,” I told them, out of breath, before passing out.