Poor Urbanus (Yes, that's sarcasm...)

A guard soon came knocking and peered into the room. “Yo, Urbanus, you hear about the new rules?” He whispered as he stepped into the room.

“Yes. It takes away the only thing that made it worth being here for.” Urbanus growled.

“Yeah, well, anyone who does it now gets slaughtered by those…things.” The guard replied with a shudder. “I think he’s replacing most of us with them…we need to get out of here, man.”

“I know, but for some reason Thrane wants to keep me here.” Urbanus felt ill. Life had been so perfect not long ago.

“That's odd…” the guy replied.

Urbanus nodded, looking like he might cry. “Stevenson was killed for raping Klaire several times. Klaire, that dog slut, who hasn't been with her?”

The guy shrugged before the door opened and one of the guards poked its head in, snorting. Sighing, he headed for the door. “Time for work…” he muttered.

Urbanus heaved a deep sad sigh. “I need to get laid.” he groaned. He had been with a meta girl right before meeting with Thrane but knowing it could not happen again made him want it even more…