The Power Hungry (Mad Max: Fury Road Fanfiction)

19: Dominari

**WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS SENSTITIVE SUBJECTS**

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     "Just do what he says, and he won't hurt you."

     Drayko's hot breath ghosted over my ear as he spoke. I struggled to keep the mounting dread from closing my throat. We were walking through the same halls I had been dragged through only days ago. There was dim light flickering from gas lanterns posted every ten feet at the walls. I was dressed in fresh wife's wear- clean white cloth wrapped around my breasts and another as a skirt. My wrists were still encased in chains, making me feel like a house pet on a leash. I tugged against them every once and awhile, longing to escape their restraints. I am not a thing. I am not a thing.

     Drayko was in charge of escorting me back up to the Mayor's floor. According to the dark haired boy, I was to stay in a place called 'the safekeeping'. Bile burned at the back of my mouth- just another word for the vault. Drayko's bony hand was holding my upper arm, pretending to be yanking me along like any other gastown boy would. In reality his grip was gentle, and careful, like he was afraid that I may hit him too if he messed up.

      We came upon a flight of stairs, the walls and floors already appearing less grimy. My shoes had been taken from me, leaving my feet bare and exposed. The cold stone underfoot sent chills racing up my spine, but I didn't allow the fear to show through my expression. Neither of us were sure when I was going to he able to escape. It could be days, weeks, or even months. I thought of all the time I spent waiting to break free of Immortan Joe, how long it took for Furiosa to climb the ranks and sweep us away in the war rig. How would I be able to survive another Joe? The very thought of another man on top of me made my skin sear hot with terror and fury. I didn't have a choice. I was forced to stay awake, stay alive after every hardship I have been put through. This time was no different.

      Once we made it to the top stair, we took a left and plunged into another long hallway. We passed various rooms, including a large one with an enormous round table in the middle. There were papers scattered over its surface, and I caught a brief sight of numbers scribbled onto the parchment before I lost sight of the room. Then, the hallway ended and opened up into a huge room with high ceilings and metal walls. From here the noise outside was almost quenched, leaving behind a dull thumping that vibrated the floor under my bare feet. In this horrible place, this wing seemed the most liveable.

       The Mayor's quarter was only cut off from the rest of the building by a patchwork curtain hung on an arched door. I forced my breath to be steady, my hands to stop trembling, and let Drayko lead me into my new hell on earth.

     "I know." Drayko breathed to me, indicating the fear that drained the color from my face, "Going to be okay, I promise."

     I gave him a nod, not able to find the words. How could I? He really didn't understand the horrors that played behind my eyes, not really. No one but a breeder understood the gut wrenching disgust that took over your cells at the satisfied grunting of a man raping you. 

      We pushed through the curtain, entering the quarter.

      "It's about time. I was beginning to worry, Drayko."

      A man, or rather, a hulking, muscle-bound man was standing in front of us. He had to be the tallest person I have ever seen in my life. His face looked as if it was made of boulders, with a square jaw and pronounced brows that cast shadows over his small eyes. There was a patch of facial hair decorating his chin, as well as scars flecked over the skin of his face. His head sprouted tendrils of dread locks the color of sand, and hung down past his thick shoulders. There was a loop of metal through the flesh between his nostrils, making him resemble the drawings of bulls I have seen only in books. Like the people eater before him, he was dressed in a black and white suit. Though, due to his bulk, the new mayor's sleeves had been ripped off.