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The day after sealing the deal with Tina, Andy sat in the dining room next to Kevin. Tina watched from a corner as the slaves slurped their soup rations with their hands. Andy used a bowl and spoon; Kevin drank straight from his. Andy leaned toward him with a serious face.
"How should I do it?" Andy whispered, eyes fixed on Tina's brother Francis at another table, oblivious to the intense stare.
Kevin gave him a knowing glance.
"Leave him almost dead. Enough for them to think he needs 're-education.'"
Andy nodded gravely, accepting the strategy. He stood up determined and approached Francis, who was chatting animatedly with other slaves.
Standing in front of him, Andy let out a mocking chuckle.
"Hey, Francis, enjoying your soup like a beggar?" Andy asked arrogantly, deliberately provoking the muscular slave, who frowned but said nothing.
Tension in the dining room rose as Andy kept pushing, the other slaves watching expectantly, sensing trouble brewing.
"Come on, Francis, so quiet? Got nothing to say to me?" Andy insisted, stoking the fire.
Francis clenched his fists but held back, replying with restrained hostility.
"Leave me alone, alien. I'm not in the mood to fight," Francis muttered, trying to avoid conflict.
But Andy, determined to force a reaction, went further.
"Scared I'll beat you again and your big sister will have to come save you?" Andy said with a mischievous grin, hitting the weak spot.
Francis's fists tightened, but he still held composure. Andy pushed harder.
"You know, Francis, your big sister and I had a real good time in my cell," Andy said in a lower tone, like sharing a secret.
Francis frowned and glared.
"What did you say?"
Andy smiled, knowing he'd hit the mark.
"Oh, didn't hear right? I fucked your big sister," Andy declared disdainfully.
Furious, Francis shot up from the table.
"What did you say about my sister!" he roared, patience gone.
Andy, satisfied, repeated with a cynical smile.
"Didn't hear? Your big sister is my personal little whore."
Francis clenched his fist and swung straight at Andy's face, shouting, "Fucking alien!"
Francis's fist flew toward Andy's face in fury, but Andy blocked it with his palm and deflected it. In a quick counter, Andy landed a punch straight to Francis's nose, blood spurting out.
Francis dropped to the ground stunned, and Andy pinned him, knees on his arms. He unloaded a barrage of relentless blows to Francis's face, each one harder than the last. The impacts echoed through the dining room, Francis groaning in pain with every hit.
The brutal beating continued until a scream cut through the room.
"Stop!" It was Tina, arriving just in time to see the violence. With superhuman strength, Tina yanked Andy off Francis without effort. Francis lay unconscious on the floor. Tina quickly checked his pulse—still alive.
Tina turned to Andy with fury in her eyes and shouted: "You like fighting, don't you?"
Without giving him time to answer, Tina drove a precise kick into Andy's stomach, dropping him to his knees. "Ugh—!" She grabbed a chain and snapped it onto Andy's slave collar, securing it tight.
"You're spending a few days in the isolation zone!" Tina declared firmly, dragging Andy—now doubled over in pain—toward his fate. The dining room fell silent as the other slaves watched, confused by the scene.
Tina and Andy left the dining room. Another guard entered and asked, "What happened here, Tina?"
Tina, serious, replied: "The alien almost killed a product. That's why I'm taking him to the isolation zone."
The other guard looked at Andy and asked, "Can you handle him alone?"
Tina nodded confidently. "Yes, I've got it."
With those words, Tina left, leading Andy by the chain already connected to his slave collar. The kick to his stomach had been only for show, a convincing act for any watching eyes. The towering giants guarding the huge prison gate slowly opened it. They walked down the stairs and arrived in the reception room, where Roxanne was reading some papers.
Tina approached Roxanne and reported: "This alien almost killed a product, so I'm taking him to the isolation zone."
"Good job, Tina," Roxanne praised, patting her head. "You can go. I'll take him."
"No bother, madam, I'll take him."
"No bother at all, Tina. I want to take him personally. I want to talk to him alone."
Tina nodded reluctantly, handing Roxanne the end of the chain before leaving in the other direction. Roxanne grabbed the chain firmly, giving it a sharp tug that made Andy stumble and gag.
"You've been a very naughty toy," she said with a mischievous grin.
Roxanne's long white dress clung to her body, highlighting her enormous, giant breasts—massive and fat—and her huge, plump ass that swayed with every step. She reached into her deep cleavage and pulled out a large key, using it to unlock the multiple heavy padlocks and chains securing the left door in the reception room.
As they began descending the stairs toward the isolation zone, Roxanne gave the chain a firm tug, forcing Andy to walk upright behind her like a leashed pet, the iron links clinking with every step.
"The plan's working so far," Andy thought to himself as he shuffled behind Roxanne on all fours, the chain tugging at his collar. "I got myself sent down."
Roxanne glanced back over her shoulder, her long white dress clinging to her massive, fat breasts and enormous plump ass as she tugged the chain again, making him stumble.
"Thanks to your services, toy, I'm getting filthy rich," Roxanne purred, voice dripping with satisfaction. "Every client who pays top coin to fuck you… it's all gold pouring straight into my pockets. And you know what? I really scammed Stank with that purchase—I got you for a steal, and now you're my golden goose. Keep performing, and maybe I'll even let you breathe without this chain one day."
Andy kept his head down, saying nothing, the cold air growing thicker as they descended the stairs toward the isolation zone.
At the bottom, they stopped before a massive metal door covered in padlocks. Roxanne pulled another key from between her massive breasts and unlocked it.
Andy peered inside: a bleak, frigid scene. Ice coated the cell walls, snowflakes drifted in the freezing air. No conventional bars—the cells were completely open, prisoners free to roam the area without restriction.
In the gloom, Andy saw a man's silhouette collapsed on the floor, a victim of the extreme cold. The harsh reality hit him hard, regret flooding in for losing the simple coin toss against Kevin. An icy wind echoed through the void, wrapping the scene in despair and remorse.
Before he could process it, Roxanne shoved him inside and slammed the door shut.
"You'll be here three weeks. Try to survive. I don't want my most valuable possession dying," she said, locking it from the outside.
Andy was left alone in the isolation zone, facing the threat of extreme cold and the uncertainty of how he'd endure in this merciless place for the next few days. No sign of escape or help—just isolation and despair.