will she ever escape? : the Ellara series short prequel

chapter three

I continued to lay in the crate as I had no choice. This by far was the farthest I had ever gotten to the surface. Unless this was the surface, in which case, it sucks.

The air was hot and smelled heavily of smoke despite it being September. The sky was a light brown color and the ocean, as it turns out I'm in the ocean, was a deathly black color with only a few bits of glowing garbage visible beneath its surface.

“Boss! I found something amazing!” The young girl called out.

A much older guy came up to the crate. He was smoking a cigar, but he put it out the moment he saw me. “Holy s**t!”

“It's a real life Ellara Android. I don't know what model.”

“Who gives a s**t about the model! We could sell it for a whole lot of money. Or better yet, we could sell its blood.”

“Are you serious right now? You're gonna sell it?”

“Me and you both know the money ain't in scraps. Something like this could possibly afford us a second ship, or a third. And besides, what do you expect me to do, smoke a cigar with it?”

Suddenly police officers started walking over, they had been here for a different reason but it was clear these guys didn't want the police to know about me, so they quickly got me set up at a card table with my own thick jacket acting as a disguise temporarily as they started pretending to play a game of cards with me.

I was confused, why had he mentioned selling my blood? Is there something about it that interests the people down here more than it does for the people up above?

Before I could question their motivations, the police officers were moving on and these two strangers were dragging me to a broom closest. “I could fix it up, maybe there's a reward out for it.”

“No, don't fix it, don't get a job in those dreamland labs up there. They are always up to their necks in sick s**t. I should know, they are some of my best clients.” He held out a vial of blue liquid the color of my blood. and I realized he was planning to possibly sell my blood as a drug, a drug that probably kills people.

I didn't hear the rest of the conversation as they locked the door on the broom closet. But I could hear them mopping up the blood that had spilled from my leg. It was disgusting to think that I was going to be used as an artificially living drug factory. This was just sick.