"Quiet, my breeder. They are trapped inside the prisoner pods - they cannot harm you."
She stopped screaming and stared up at Zaar, the same alien who'd been so patient with her last night. Did she wake up in an alternate reality?
"That is Agent Parnell. The man responsible for the camps. The raiders were his servants." He pointed to the emaciated man in the glass cylinder on the left.
Sarah shuddered and after one horrified look, she averted her gaze.
"That one was in the second camp they kept you captive. I had the worst offenders brought here." Sarah recognised the raider, but barely. Again, after a fleeing glance, she looked away. It was just too horrible. They barely looked human anymore.
"Whenever you feel much emotion you cannot control, you may come here and torture the prisoners. You will feel better," he said with a kind of jovial benevolence that made her palms itch.