Page 77 of Captured By the Monsters
They still stared at my monsters apprehensively, but the women could see from the way that my mates touched me that they cared for and loved me. I knew the two girls could see that my Trifecta and I were bonded.
After I finished my tale, the girl on the right clasped her hands together and breathed. “That’s amazing—so much could be different if everyone knew the truth!”
“So much will be different,” I vowed again.
They needed to believe that I was here to right the wrongs, but as time trickled by and the shuttle moved closer and closer to the Unified Capital, my anxiety began to ratchet up once more. My body tensed against my monsters, and they all reached out to calm me.
I willed my heart to quit racing. I didn’t want my Trifecta to second-guess us returning to The Above. If I was worried, they would be worried, too. I needed to be confident, focused, and on my toes, because once this hatch opened, I didn't know what to expect.
We didn’t know what would happen, only that we had a plan and needed to follow it through. When the shuttle eventually stopped and the doors slid open, the sight before me was one I never could have guessed—a scene more gruesome than the torture publicly held in the Plaza.
Men and women alike were fighting, hand-to-hand and with weapons. There was blood and body parts everywhere, and my skin crawled at the abhorrent massacre, wondering how it had devolved into such mania so quickly, because this wasn’t dissent.
This was an all-out war.
