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'This place is a fucking maze! Where is the damned exit sign?' Jonathan's mind raced as he darted down the corridor. He wasn't going to be turned into some sort of collectable resource for the Resistance, although he would have been lying if he had said the thought of being pleasured by beautiful women three times a day didn't cross his mind. But he knew better than to trust people he had just met, especially when they thought employing biological warfare was a justifiable option. It didn't matter how hot the girls they sent were, Jonathan didn't want to be the cause of so much pain.
Jonathan brushed his hand against one of the walls as he ran, a maze-solving technique he had learnt when he was younger. If he kept one hand on pressing against the wall he would eventually find the exit. A lone faen guard gave Jonathan an odd look as he ran past. "Just looking for the shitter!" Jonathan shouted. The guard scrunched his face, that was too much information for him. Jonathan opened several doors as he ran, most led to empty room, some to a supply closets, one of them even led to the bathroom, although Jonathan didn't actually need it. The exit was still nowhere in sight. Alarm bells started blaring throughout the labyrinth. It looks like Jonathan's 'distraction' didn't hold for as long as he'd hoped.
"Hey quick, hide over here!" A feminine voice called out from a door Jonathan had just passed. He looked back to see an open door and a hand waving him inside. He could hear the sounds of guards closing in on him. He was going to have to roll the dice. Jonathan leaped into the opened door and quickly shut it behind him. He took deep breaths as he pressed his back against the it. The room was probably the fanciest he had seen since he arrived. A huge round bed with a purple drape sat at the back of the room, various statues and pieces of pottery decorated the room atop of stone pedestals. "Are you ok?" the woman in front of Jonathan asked as she reached past him and locked the door. Her pale skin was draped in a semitransparent white nightgown. Short braided black hair hid her ears and framed her thin exotic eyes. Was she Asian? She looked like she was in her late 30's or early 40's. However it was hard to tell as she had a thin white layer of powdered makeup spread across her face. It almost made her look like a geisha, or perhaps a clown? Jonathan had not seen anyone like her since he had arrived in Adearath, yet she looked strangely familiar.
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