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It was cold inside the cell. As she sat there in the corner, there were many other ladies just like her, all referred to as “gals,” dressed in very skimpy outfits with a bra-like top and a skirt. The funny thing about this is that her name was Galia, but she was often called “Gal” for short. Gal just sat there, bruised and bloodied, and looked all around her.
All of the other girls looked with their heads down. Others breathed hard and trembled as tears ran down their faces. There were even a couple of them who talked as if it was the only thing they could do in that situation. The only things she heard from them were, “I hope we get out of this” and “things will be okay.” They pressed their hands together and bowed their heads in the hopes that any prayer could get them out of this situation.
Oddly enough, Gal looked around and didn’t share the same sentiments as the others. While some of the other girls displayed some bruises and minor cuts on their faces, it was likely that they received some beatings from some mutants outside, whereas with her, while she took a beating, it wasn’t as if she didn’t put up a fight against them.
This was what separated herself from the others. It was likely that the other girls were abused, but she had some skills that the others did not possess. However, one gal stood out compared to the others. She was a blonde and sat still in a state of tranquility. It was possible she had the same level of emotion as the others, but kept it to herself.
How is she so calm like this? Gal thought.
In the world that these ladies lived in, humans were now enslaved by mutant animal hybrids. Whether these were animals that mutated and developed human characteristics, animals and humans mutated together, or a combination of both, it was uncertain.
All that was certain was these ladies were enslaved by someone known only as “The Boss.”
Voices were heard close by. With everyone stuck in their own worlds in worry, all Gal did was ascend to her feet and slowly leaned near a crack. Said crack showed a visual. From the looks of things, there stood a mutant tiger in green military gear and oddly enough, a human woman, dressed in rather skimpy clothing with a green color scheme, talking in a hallway. However, this woman had a green kepi hat on. Who was she to the mutant?
“So, General, what do we do about the others?” the girl said.
“Don’t worry, Tracy, I think O’Hara will handle them,” the General said. “Besides, we need to worry about our little problem.”
“Are you talking about The Boss’s ‘special gift’?” Tracy used air quotes and enunciated “special gift” in a condescending manner.
“No, your girls handle her, she needs to be disciplined. As for blondie, some of the other generals will come for her.”
Gal turned away and shifted her eye towards her left and noticed the blonde that they spoke of. What was her deal? And what did they mean by “O’Hara handling them”?
Another thing that caught her attention was the remark about The Boss’s special gift. Gal was presented to him as such but she quickly made that escape and fought off some of his men. However, it wasn’t successful enough that she was locked in the cell with the rest of the gals.
A squeaking sound caused all of the ladies to look up, including Gal. The metal door creaked and in walked the general and Tracy. Gal looked closer at the general’s nametag, which read “General Tigar.” This guy was mutated cat, possibly a tiger or a jaguar.
All of the ladies inside the cell trembled and breathed hard at the sight of him.
“Calm down, ladies, it’s just us.” General Tigar tried to sound like he would make things all better, but the other gals’ behavior displayed that his niceness was all a lie. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. I promise you will all be safe soon. Would I ever lie to you?”
Gal knew what was up. So did the others.
General Tigar looked around. “You.” As he looked at a brunette Gal. “You’re coming with us.”
Gal looked and saw the brunette move backwards and shook her head with tears in her eyes.
Tracy drew her whip and swung it.
CRACK!
Every lady, with the exception of Gal, jumped at the sound. Even the blonde’s eyes got big.
Tracy laughed and said, “Loo-ser!” in the most condescending tone. General Tigar wasted no time and grabbed the brunette.
“STOP! LET ME GO!” The poor brunette screamed, cried, and tried to fight off General Tigar but Tracy slapped the girl in her face.
“Shut up, or you’re going to get it!”
All Gal did was watch as the poor girl being taken away kicking and screaming. There had to be a way out of this. She wanted to help the other gals, but she had her own problems to face.
She took a deep breath
There must be a way out of here.