Setsun curls up in his cell. What the hell had happened out there? It was clear enough that the nature of the organization he'd been sold to was far different than the one he'd previously belonged to. It's rules were simple enough. Lose, you get raped. Win . . .he didn't even know what he'd do if he won. He couldn't do it. He couldn't do that to someone.<br/><br/>But that wasn't nearly as distressing as the question as to what had happened with the beastman. Had he . . .had he actually liked it?<em>Liked</em>being the bitch of that large, rough male? The smell of the male, the feel of his skin, the warmth of the touch? He couldn't get it off of him. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He wondered if he'd ever see the male again. Maybe . . .maybe if he won, he could request a favor. He wanted to be moved into the same cell as that male, that 'Sonim.' So he'd have to win.<br/><br/>He slept now, waiting for the next day. The next fight. And, in the worse case scenario, the next fuck.