A World Without Sun discussion

"Same time as yesterday, so I have to go soon." she said.

Yula nodded and looked at the time, "I hope he comes after showers..." She didn't want Brogan there wile other guards washed her; it might anger him.

"When are they?" Matty asked.

"Near the lounge thing.. It's co-Ed..." She looked Matty's face over, "that means the girls and guys shower together.. And the guards normally wash us..."

Matty stared. "Brogan's gonna be pissed..." she said quietly.

Yula nodded, "I know.." She sighed, "showers are in twenty-five minutes..."

Matty bit her lip. "Maybe Brogan will be able to do it?" she said quietly.

Yula shrugged, "maybe..."

((Got to go.))

Matty sighed. "I have to go before Brogan gets here. They may see how much we look alike, and then questions will be asked." she said, turning to leave.

Yula nodded, "I have to get ready anyways.." She waited until Matty left before she stripped and wrapped herself in a towel.

Brogan walked in and the guard whose place he hadn't take yesterday walked out. The other guard filled him in, and when Brogan heard what was going to happen, he wasn't happy. "But you'll be stationed at the door, in case someone tries to escape." the guard said. Brogan sighed. "I heard the girls are hitting on you, and one of the guys has it out for you, so I figured you'd be best there." the guard said, hearing him sigh. Brogan shrugged and stood by the door, watching the people and guards go in.

Yula looked at Brogan sadly before she entered the showers. She managed to get a shower near the back of the room; no one ever went back there since they were always the last to be washed. Yula didn't mind waiting, it meant less people talking to her.
She turned on the water and stood under it to keep warm.

Brogan watched Yula. He wasn't sure if she would mind him watching her, but it kept him from looking at the other girls. One of the girls had chosen one close to him and was showing off to him while the other guards got ready. He sighed.

Yula saw the girl and pain ran threw her. She was happy Brogan was at least not looking.
The guards finished getting ready and started washing everyone-or rather raping. They did a quick wipe down of the guys and washed their hair, but when they got to a girl it was like watching a soppy porno.
Yula tried not to gag as one of the guards washed a girl and made her moan, causing all the guys to look.

Brogan glanced at the girl. "Dear God." he whispered. He looked at Yula. Do they always to this? he thought to her.

'Sadly...' she thought back. She wanted out of here so bad..
She flinched when the guard got to the guy before her. She didn't want to be next..

Brogan looked away, knowing she was next. A few of the girls saw he was watching, and flashed. He rolled his eyes and stared at the wall.

Yula bit her lip as the guard cleaned her. She didn't more or make a noise.
He rinsed her off after and she could still feel his hands, she felt dirty.

Brogan watched her, wanting to punch the guy, but didn't. He sighed, and then sighed again when he realized it was over.

Yula wrapped her towel around herself and hoped Brogan hadn't noticed the bruises around her waist from when she had tried to resist the first time.
She walked out and headed back to her cell.

He watched her prepare to leave and noticed... something that wasn't right. He'd have to ask her about it. He followed the rest out and went to his post.

Yula got in her cell and quickly got dressed. She towel dried her hair and brushed it. She didn't want to go to the lounge, she was getting tired of being flirted with and being called a whore.

The guard slowly rounded them up and had them head to the lounge. When the guard got to Yula's cell he stopped. "You wanna go today?" he asked roughly, knowing what had happened.

"no," she said simply. She knew she was going to be forced to go, but she didn't want to.

The guard rocked back and forth a bit. "Boy? Watch her." he said to Brogan before continuing on. Brogan looked at Yula and shrugged.

Yula looked Brogan over, her cell was open but she wasn't sure if she should go over to him. The guards were aloud to come in their cells and do whatever they wanted, but if one of the prisoners made a move then they would be beaten.

Brogan leaned back in his spot. He really wanted to go over to her, but wasn't sure if he could. You looked different. he thought to her instead.

She tilted her head slightly, 'I do?' she asked, acting innocent. Had he seen the bruises? Or was she starting to show? She resisted the urge to check.

You seem almost... darker in certain place. he thought to her.

She nodded slightly, 'guards are rough..' she told him and ripped apart a smoke, laying its insides on the floor.

Brogan shifted nervously, looking at the torn cigaret. He quickly pulled out a cough drop and started sucking on it in case she started smoking.

She ripped up two more and started making a small hill out if the tobacco. She hated natives but didn't understand why she was distorting them, she could just as easily trade for something better. She grunted with frustration and slapped the tobacco across her cell floor.

Brogan watched her, confused. Why was she doing that? Weren't they expensive? He sighed. Why? he asked.

She shook her head and didn't answer. She was so done with this place. She got up and walked out if her cell calmly, then sprinted down the hall in hopes if getting out before she was seen.

Brogan ran after her and caught her. "I'm sorry. But you running would ruin our chance of getting Nani." he whispered, upset with himself. He led her back to her cell. "We're almost ready. I promise." he whispered.

((Brb))

Yula started crying and leaned against him, "I'm going crazy in here!"

Brogan looked at her, pretending to be surprised. He looked around awkwardly and patted her shoulder. The guard noticed from the other room, and Brogan shrugged at him. "I-I'm sure that you'll get used to it?" he said, more of a question. Baby, please. Calm down. Only another day or two. Then we'll be ready. Lana needs to set up a date. That's it. he told her.

She sniffled and pulled away, "I guess.." She said to both his mental message and verbal one.

Brogan sighed thankfully. He had wanted to hug her and comfort her and make her happy, but this wasn't the place. He slowly lead her into her cell where there were few places from which other could see them. He turned her towards him and backed her against the wall before giving her a nice long kiss.

Yula tried to make it look like she didn't enjoy it, just incase another guard walked by, but failed. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and combed her fingers threw his hair. She moaned softly, she missed him so much.

Brogan moved his hands quickly to make it look like he was forcing her. He pushed himself against her and was about to go further when he heard commotion. He stepped back, knowing they were coming back from the lounge. He blew her a kiss and walked out, locking the door. He smoothed his hair and tried to erase any evidence of what they'd been doing.

Yula moved to her bed and sat on it. The baby was making her tired but she had to force herself to stay awake so Brogan wouldn't get curious and source threw her mind .

The guard slid over to Brogan. "D'you do anything? You were a loud." he said. Brogan blushed, making it obvious. "How far?" the guard asked. "Just kissing." Brogan said.

Yula rolled her eyes at the guard and snuggled into her bed, not caring if she got in trouble for napping.

Brogan watched Yula. "Watch that one. Don't be afraid if she resists." the guard. Brogan looked at him, surprised. The guard nodded knowingly.

Yula rolled over in her sleep, dreaming of when she was going to get out and about their family.

Brogan sat down at his post, watching the prisoners go about their business. "Wanna help out with showers next time?" the guard asked him. Brogan shrugged.

Yula shivered at the thought, she was still half awake so she could still hear them. Images of him feeling girl up filled her dream and she whimpered in her sleep.

((Got to go.))

"You should try." the guard said. Brogan shrugged. He still wasn't sure.