New Home

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In the reception room, Roxanne, who had already left, ordered Nora to take Andy to his cell, with a chain in her hand Nora connected her metal chain to the collar on Andy's neck, treating him like a dog. "Follow me," ordered Nora, to which Andy assented and obediently followed her to the door on the left side of the reception room. When they opened the door, Andy was confronted with an ascending spiral stairs, Nora and Andy climbed the stairs that led them to a huge double door. It was one of those doors that could not be opened from the outside, only from the inside.

"Knock...Knock..." Nora knocked at the door and announced, "I'm Nora, I'm bringing the new product."

Recognizing her voice, the people on the other side began to slowly open the door. When Nora entered with Andy behind her, she found herself in what looked like a medieval prison, with numerous rooms numbered from one on up. Flickering torchlight faintly illuminated the dark, gigantic place, creating shadows that danced across the worn stone walls.

What caught his attention was who opened the doors: they were not human women, but giants the size of trees. These two giant women had shady faces and impassable expressions, resembling Nora and Lily. Although Andy was not surprised to see this, he had come to understand that people of different races coexisted in this world.

As they advanced through the main hallway, Andy noticed that all the cells were occupied only by remarkably attractive men. His gaze crossed with that of him briefly before he wearyly deviated toward the stone floor. They looked like locked prisoners, trapped in a world they could not escape.

"Your cell will be number 250," said Nora. As they climbed the stairs inside the place to the second and last floor of the prison, they reached Andy's room. On entering, Andy noticed that there was only a dirty bed, a lamp, and a book. With a small push in the back, Nora took him into the cell, and a maid she had not seen before closed the door leaving him trapped.

Before leaving, Nora told Andy, "I recommend you sleep well, Mr. Alien. Tomorrow will be his debut."

As Andy contemplated his new home, he felt a sense of exhaustion invading him. He collapsed on the dusty bed and pondered his plan of escape. His thoughts wandered, and before he realized it, he had fallen asleep.

"Wake up! It is time to eat," a loud voice announced. Andy jumped out of bed, believing that he had been dreaming, but the reality was that he was forcibly locked up by crazy women. As he washed his face with a small cube of water, he saw a woman in armour walking through the rooms, opening doors, and bringing out the prisoners.

Following the crowd without knowing where to go, Andy found himself in what seemed to be a dining room. The other men seemed to know where they were going, so Andy followed them and looked around. The atmosphere was lukewarm, but the smell of food represented a pleasant change from the dirty air in his cell.

In the dining room, the maids served the meal without plates, and the men had to use their hands to receive it. Following the custom, Andy ran in line to receive his meal. However, when his turn came and he stretched out his hands, the maid surprisingly handed him a plate and a wooden spoon. This caused astonishment among all the men present to see that that round object instead of hands used to eat. Andy realized there was something strange about this situation.

Feeling surprised by this different treatment toward him, Andy remained without words. He chose to remain silent and headed toward an empty table, feeling a clear rejection in the air. He couldn't find a free seat until he saw a table with only one man sitting.

The man was there eating with his hands, and his appearance was very different from that of the other men in the dining room. He was not attractive, he had dark brown hair, a small baldness, and crowded eyebrows, without a beard. He had gray eyes and looked like he was about forty years old, but what made him most striking was his huge nose.

Seeing that he had no other choice about where to sit, Andy took his meal and walked toward the man's table. He approached him, and said to him, "Is this place free?"

The man turned his eyes away from his food and looked at Andy without understanding. "No, he's not busy. You can sit down, young man."

"Thank you," said Andy, sitting next to him. He started eating a kind of soup that seemed very hot. He noticed that the hand of the man next to him was quite burned by the soup, but he did not seem to react and continued to suck as if it were a normal habit. Andy thought of offering him his plate and his spoon in exchange for information, though he doubted it would work. Still, he decided to talk to the man. 

"How long have you been here?" asked Andy, trying to sound as casual as possible. I wanted some clue on how to escape from that place. 

For a moment, the bald man seemed to ignore him, but then he spoke. 

"Don't try to be kind to me, young man. I can see from the expression on your face that you want something." 

Although he was a little surprised, Andy decided to abandon all his courtesy and returned to his arrogant attitude. 

"Well, that saves me time. I need to ask you a few questions, what do you want in return?" 

Finishing the soup with his hands, the man pointed to Andy's now cold soup and said: 

"That soup and today's newspaper, and I'll answer all your questions."

Andy was not surprised by their demands, for everyone has a price. He handed the soup to the man first and approached a woman in gleaming armor who sat with her feet up on the dining room table, reading the newspaper with a confident posture and unwavering gaze gave off an aura of raw power. Her blonde hair with spiraling curls, framing a face of stark, captivating beauty worked with sharp brown eyes.

Andy changed his arrogant attitude to his knightly side, which had deceived many women before his death. He approached her and said, "I'm sorry if it's not a hassle, beautiful lady, could you lend me today's newspaper?"

The woman looked away from the newspaper and looked at the charming Andy, looking at him from foot to head. She recognized him and, with an arrogant smile, said, "You're the new guy, aren't you? The alien. I have never seen one in my life," said the woman curiously. Ignoring his curiosity, Andy courteously asked, "I would like that newspaper, please."

"Oh, you want to study our world? All right, I'll give you the newspaper in exchange for something I wanted from you," she replied. 

"Something you wanted from me?" Andy wrapped a waist, intrigued by the woman's mysterious offer. 

Approaching Andy, she whispered in his ear. 

"I've been observing your physical recognition and I've noticed that your ability to conceive women is at the highest level," he said with a grim smile. "So, in exchange for the newspaper, I want your semen so I can sell it." 

Andy, without hesitation, accepted the deal with his head. 

"I accept," he said with determination. 

"Very well," he pointed to the kitchen, which was now empty. "We won't meet there. I'll go first so I don't raise suspicions, and in a few minutes you'll be going, all right?" 

"It's all right," replied Andy, understanding the situation. 

The woman walked away from Andy and went straight to the kitchen. After a few minutes, Andy followed her.

When he entered the kitchen, he found the woman sitting on a chair waiting for him with two empty glass bottles in his hand. She looked at him with a seductive look and said:

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Show me that dragon you have."