CHAPTER NINE
PRIYARays of sun float across my hand as I roll a smooth pebble in between my thumb and forefinger. For two days, I’ve avoided Ben. He knows he crossed the line. I told him, but it’s more than that. He stole a kiss from me that I was saving. A kiss I had hoped one day would be with someone who made me feel human.
Sex and physical touching, whether consensual or not, has no boundaries here. It’s the primary activity in this enclosure because it keeps our mind’s occupied, even if momentarily. It doesn’t help that the viewers love it. Countless times I have seen the raw hunger in one’s eyes as they’ve forced another down into the dirt to defile them. The cheering of the audience above fueling them to keep going.
It’s not that I haven’t witnessed two people who want to have s*x
