"Keep in line, toppers! Keep in line if you know what's good for you!"
The primary jailor shouted out his orders gleefully, looking out at the crowd as he did so and gauging the level of their approval. Juri looked out at them as well, but not in search of their approval.
She looked at them with frank disbelief, her already exhausted mind threatening to give out completely under the weight of this new abomination.
"It's not possible," she whispered to herself, crossing her arms over her breasts in a pitiful attempt at modesty, "none of this is possible."
"Quiet!" The man beside her hissed, "You want to wind up like that sad sack over there?"
He made the slightest jerk of his head in Adam's direction. Adam was the only one of the prisoners not lined up and on display. He was being held up roughly between two of their strange captors, his head sagging to one side.
