Justice

In one dreadful flash, it is all over. The electrodes fall silent, and the machine retracts from me. Cold neon light floods the room, and a buzzer like an air raid alarm blares from the speaker underneath the LCD blinking at 00:00. Beside it, the hateful number - one. I have failed. It destroys the last bit of strength in my muscles, and I thud down on the tabletop. So close. Not enough. Guilt, shame.

The door opens and a man enters. He crosses his arms when he looks down on the drained carcass of a girl, nothing but sobbing, tattered debris by now.

“That’s just too bad,” he says after a while, “doesn’t seem like you made it. “

I’m buried too deep in recuperation to respond. He shrugs, produces a gun, and points it at me.

“Yeah, too bad. You were a nice slut. Shouldn’t have wasted that first day though.”

He readies to pull the trigger.

“Wait!!” I scream, panicking. “Don’t!!! I came so close!!!”

The gun only lowers a few centimetres. “You did. But still you failed. Can’t overlook that. What’s the point of setting a target when you don’t enforce it?”

“Please, don’t! I can be a slut to you, I will do whatever you want, just don’t kill me!”

He shakes his head: “Steinbauer said you should be tested, and if you failed, discarded. He was very clear.” The gun is raised to firing aim again.

“I didn’t fail, I came so close, I almost made it! I will do better next time, I will show you that I’m a good girl! Please, let me prove that I am worthy! Have mercy, have mer…” I can hear my own voice snap. “Just take me to Mr. Steinbauer, let me plead my case to him and he can decide himself…”

A roaring laugh is my answer, but at least, the gun lowers those vital few centimetres again. “You foolish goslet! Do you really think you can just call for an audience with Steinbauer, and poof, it happens? Certainly he cannot occupy himself with every disgruntled slut who missed a test…”

“I… I don’t know! But… can you please ask again? Like, I really want to make this… please, I will do anything, please, please! ” My mind races in circles; there must be something I can do, some trick to pull… my life depends on it.

He shrugs: “Well, I suppose I could call Jenkins for confirmation…”

He takes a mobile and dials a number.

“Yeah, Sadler here… yeah, I’m with number fortythree… no, she didn’t make it, but she came really close… could have done it in, like, half an hour extra…”

He looks at me and continues: “Yeah, failure, obviously… but she’s really insistent, says she will do anything… yeah, I’ll hold…”

He looks at me as seconds tick away, while my fate is discussed in some unknown chamber. I can’t hold back my shivering as Sadler waits for a reply from the other end, while his eyes browse my naked curves almost casually, as if he is not even really noticing me.

Then he speaks again: “Yeah? … OK… yeah, that’s what she said… I should confirm that?”

He lowers the phone and says to me: “You did say you would do anything, right?”

I nod with every joule of energy left in my neck: “Of course! Anything, anything at all!”

He resumes the conversation: “Yup, that’s what she says… I see… OK… yeah, sure. Should I tell her now? Or only when she goes up for the next stage?... OK, I see. Yeah, will do… OK... Bye.”

He hangs up, lowers the phone again, and says: “Heh, it seems like you are a very lucky girl. You get to live. But, it is a very conditional thing, right now… and you will have to give them that ‘anything’ that you promised, later on, or you will be executed anyway. You will be called to deliver on that… it may be soon, or it will be kept in your file for many years. Either case, there is a word related to it. The word is ‘leopard’. Whenever it is spoken, you must comply to whatever it is that is asked from you. Do you understand?”

I nod numbly. God knows what kind of ‘anything’ could be asked of a girl in this place, but I’m pretty sure that there won’t be any fun in it. Either way, I’ll be here with an extra burden upon me, to be called upon at any time desired. As if the conditions of this place aren’t harsh enough already!

“For now I’ll just take you to your cell, “ he says, “you can rest up a bit. Get ready for your next challenge, it will be upon you sooner than you think, and you will need every bit of strength for it again. “

He takes me out of the room, through a short corridor, into another room without windows, much smaller than the other one. There are no sex toys scattered around it, just a bunk mattress, a chemical toilet with a sink next to it, and a table. My heart jumps when I see that the table is full of food. Sadler unties my wrists. The door closes behind him in a hollow thud when he leaves me.

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