TROA) Slave Pits

I walked down a rusted metal stairwell. I could feel the heat coming off of it. I was sure whoever touched it would end up with a serious burn. The sounds of cheering could be heard coming up from below. It was surprising that a place like this even existed.

As I reached the bottom, I could smell the smell of feces and urine. It was not the best of places to be, but the temperature compared to the floor above was much higher. “Newcomer? Girl, are you sure you do not want to play in bed instead? You get more food and water and a better life.”

The man with an assault rifle stood there staring at me with lustrous eyes. It kind of pissed me off, so I kicked him, causing a cracking sound and a weird noise to escape his lips. “Fu-eee.”

“Don’t look at me like that again.” I spat on him as I walked by. I could have handled things faster if I had gone the bedroom route, but I did not plan to look at any naked men. I have nothing against them but nothing beats my Jen’s soft flesh. Plus, I wanted to see just what kind of people were down in this slave pit, as they called it.

“Hmmm…..” Young to old girls and boys, some younger than ten years of age. Sick contests they would put on. Pitting even children against one another.

The sound of a gate opened as two men dragged two small bodies into the pit and tossed them on the floor. Both kids are around fifteen years of age. I couldn’t help but sigh when I saw this. One even had a freshly cut off arm.

“They were brothers….” A person whispered to my side. Looking at this, I couldn’t help but sigh once more. They were truly being used as entertainment and pitted against each other. Even family would break apart if it meant survival.

“Hey, newbie! You are up next. Since you are good looking, if you win, I will give you another chance to go up top.” A man yelled down from above. There was a metal grate on the ceiling so others could peer down into the slave pit.

“No thanks. Your little dicks can’t satisfy me.” I replied coldly, only to receive a snort in return.  It was the same as in my past life. Both men and women would be doing these kinds of things. As long as they had the ability to make people do as they want they could do anything.

But what I did not get was how this place was running for so long. There was no way this operation was put together after shit hit the fan. I frowned as I walked over to the gate that was slowly rising up. What was amazing was how none even tried to take any of my weapons. Not that I would let them. But still. I have had them since I came down here, but no one was trying to take them away. Was it because I beat too many people up?

Whatever the reason was, that did not change the fact that I was now sitting in a large arena that had long been put together. In the stands were men and women of all kinds. But I wonder. How did these people even know to come here? My mother mentioned a train of people walking this way.

In front of me was an older man, around fifty years old. He looked at me with a small frown on his face. He even sighed as he walked over to stand in front of me. “Look, when the fight starts, I will let you kill me. Just jump in bed with one of the higher up and make do. I know it’s not the best thing in the world to do, but at least you can live a little longer….”

I smiled at the man. He was trying to help me even though he knew it was a bad situation either way. “Don’t worry. No one is going to die in this arena with me here.”

Before the man could say anything, I opened a portal and sent him through before he could even react. The portal closed, and it was only me standing in the arena. I looked at the shocked eyes of those around me and snorted as I yelled out: “This place…..  This place has existed way too long. You are not helping a single soul and only living off this feeble entertainment. How long do you think your pitful lives can last in such an environment?

“Your lives will slowly rot away. Your food supplies will dwindle. Your water supply. Everything will slowly disappear. This place is a beacon to be attacked by the replicators. Once they rebuild their kind over and over again, millions more will ransack this place, which is made of metal, to make more of their kind.

“You will all die in this metal box. This factory is nothing more than a coffin for all of you….”

*Bang!*

I tilted my head to the side and dodged the bullet that was fired at me. I looked up to see an older man with a scar over his eyes staring back at me, tapping his rifle on his shoulder. “Girl, shut up. You have no idea what you are talking about. Now, if you do not wish to die, tell me what you just did with that man?”