Chapter 17 The Arena

Ice Fairy’s Pov

In the yeti headquaters

(Fat yeti boss)

"My citizens, you all are invited to take part in and be part of my pleasure by watching.

I'll rock two of these Ladies as supporting act, but the main attraction will be her."

He points at me.

Murmuring goes through the crowd.

(Fat yeti boss)

"Yes, you saw right: the enemy of every living thing, one of the people who took the green from us, a member of the race who changed this world into an ice sarcophagus, the race who is responsible for mushroom day.

A winter spirit."

A gasp goes through the audience.

(Fat yeti boss)

"Today I'll take revenge for a part what they have done to us. She will be nothing more than a dish to a wolf. When she is nearly destroyed I'll stop to do the same tomorrow and the day after tomorrow again.

I'll make the one who made us slaves a slave."

*murmuring*

(Fat yeti boss)

"You ask how it’s possible to make this little fly mine?"

His deep knowing laughter follows.

(Fat yeti boss)

"I'll show you!"

The audience is cheering.

His big menacing grin goes through the people and stops at me.

(Fat Yeti boss, whispering)

"You'll be my 53 wife at the end of this evening."

My knees shake. Despair reflects in my eyes.

(Fat yeti boss)

"I'll show you what you can look forward to."

He turns to a puppet like woman.

(Fat yeti boss)

"Before the main coarse feast your eyes on this composition."

With these words the fat monkey boss reaches for a cage with the fragile looking, porcelain like, moving puppet in it.

The puppet like woman presses her body against the hind bars.

With fire in his eyes he reaches for the door and with one fast movement the beast tears the door out of the angles. He throws it behind himself.

The crowd cheers

His big paw grabs the little hand and pulls the puppet out. A cry escapes her lips. Her face shows panic.

The eyes of the carnivore meet hers. She knows that she cannot run. She struggles but he forces her under his fat limbs.

She fights under the bulging masses. But fat sausage fingers grab her vest and tear the first layer of clothes from her body.

Tears run over her face. He breathes heavily. Whimpering answers him. He bows down. His teeth bite into her bra and he tears the clothing away.

Cheering

(Crowd)

"Big fat yeti boss! You are our man!"

The chorus sings Hallelujah

Two porcelain breasts become visible.

He pins her down with one hand to the throat. The cries choke. The second hand reaches for her skirt.

Suddenly the audience becomes quiet. The boss stops in the middle of his movement.

(Big fat yeti boss, whispers between his lips)

"Who dares to disturb my creative flow?"

In one of the last seats someone cries:

(Last seat)

"Fairy, fairy, funky, funky, funky"

He glares in my direction but I cower (a bit aroused) in the corner of my prison. An innocent expression greets his.

My eyes wander to the entry of the arena ground/bedroom.

Two figures appeared.

They are only ~20cm big.

The arrogant one has red hair and a pipe in her mouth.

The littler, bald one has a mustache and quarrels with his staff.

The arena is quiet. A *hic* *hic* is audible.

The ginger fairy puts a voice box to her throat.

Her expression pretends that she can handle the situation but her hiccup betrays her face.