Are We Not Men?
Mordrick was rolled into the common area on a kind of stretcher, bound up and gagged. The place was all in concrete and stone and brick, a lattice of metal bars blocking off the sky overhead. He noticed where other people poked their heads through the small circular openings that passed for windows high on the walls. The attendants unstrapped Mordrick and removed the gag. They had stripped him of all clothing and belongings, so he might as well just be a humanoid animal. Some might say he was that to start with, since his was a sort of hybrid species, a pink unicorn man with hooves, tail, and short fur all over. Still, he was not accustomed to being treated as an animal. “This is your new home,” said the head-shaved keeper. “Please, learn to be content here.” “Sure,” Mordrick said bitterly. “It's easy for you to say.” The keeper bowed and backed towards the sliding metal d...