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Authors: Marie Harte
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onto his pallet and laid its head on Zachem’s belly.
Startled, Zachem didn’t move. But he didn’t sense any aggression in the threll , just a need for comfort. He sighed and stroked its head, feeling a strange peace. “I can’t say why, but I like you. You need a name.”
The threll regarded him with what looked like pleasure. Its rumbling grew louder, and Zachem thought it might be purring, something only felines did. The mystery behind his visitor grew more curious.
He thought for a moment. “Let’s call you Six, like my absent roommate.” He grinned, thinking of Tarn’s reaction to that. “You have six legs, and you’re much more pleasant than his sorry ass.” He shook his head and unwillingly corrected, “ Sexy ass.” The creature stopped purring, and Zachem stopped petting it. Then Six rubbed its face under Zachem’s hand, demanding more affection.
He chuckled. “You’re a handsome one, aren’t you? Well-fed, strong, lethal. Bet you have a mate somewhere out there. But you can’t be that happy if you’re stuck in this shithole.
First chance I get, I’m gone.” He swore the creature nodded, and taken with the need to confide in someone, hell, anyone , he continued. “The only reason I’m even here is because I trusted the wrong person. Yorum conned me into believing he’d fly me out of the Vrail. I was heading for the Third Quadrant on the Edge of the System, away from System law. You know what they do to my kind? They kill us.” The bitterness over his situation burned like poison.
“Yorum suckered me into hiring him to pilot me out of the System. I had a band of peacemakers on my ass at the time. I was desperate, not thinking straight, and trusted a pirate to do what he promised. Instead, he sold me to fucking Furon. Now here I am, in The Pit.” Zachem snorted. “I try to tell myself I’ve been in worse places, because I have. The dickheads down here at least feed me and give me a place to sleep. Because I win for them, they even give me slaves to fulfil all my needs. But it’s not enough,” he admitted, Tarn’s troubling face in his mind’s eye. “It’s never enough.” Six licked his hand.
“I don’t like it here, but at least I’m respected for my fists. The guards fear me.” A heady sense of power warmed him. “The fuckers can’t kill me, not with all the currency I bring to The Pit. Never been beaten, not since the first day I stepped in the ring. I don’t think they know what I am. That or they don’t care.”
The threll cocked its head, as if curious.
“But you know what? One day I’m going to be free. Away from scientists and slavers and people who would kill me because of some stupid law forbidding my kind to live. I’ll find a perfect place and stay far from people.” So I won’t hurt what I can’t have—love, and a stable relationship with someone special, someone who will see me and not a monster to destroy or a tool to be used.
The threll startled him by trying to sit in his lap. It licked his chin and neck, nosing too close to his jugular for comfort. No matter that Six acted tame, Zachem couldn’t ignore the creature’s wild nature.
“Easy, Six. You’re no lap-cat, you great beast.”
Six growled, but to his surprise, he knew it meant no harm, that it understood him.
Though most thrells had an uncanny intelligence, this one was special. Six barked at him, and he hushed it so the guards wouldn’t investigate.
“Shut it, Six, before the guards come in. And get off my lap. You’re crushing my balls.” He tried to push Six off, careful of the creature’s claws.
Six didn’t seem to care. When the threll did move, it didn’t leave the pallet. Instead, it ambled off him, lowered its head to Zachem’s crotch and sniffed. To his shock, Zachem grew aroused.
“Okay, off the bed,” he growled, embarrassed at his inability to control his dick. “Time I got back to sleep. You can have the floor. And don’t argue,” he said when Six
Startled, Zachem didn’t move. But he didn’t sense any aggression in the threll , just a need for comfort. He sighed and stroked its head, feeling a strange peace. “I can’t say why, but I like you. You need a name.”
The threll regarded him with what looked like pleasure. Its rumbling grew louder, and Zachem thought it might be purring, something only felines did. The mystery behind his visitor grew more curious.
He thought for a moment. “Let’s call you Six, like my absent roommate.” He grinned, thinking of Tarn’s reaction to that. “You have six legs, and you’re much more pleasant than his sorry ass.” He shook his head and unwillingly corrected, “ Sexy ass.” The creature stopped purring, and Zachem stopped petting it. Then Six rubbed its face under Zachem’s hand, demanding more affection.
He chuckled. “You’re a handsome one, aren’t you? Well-fed, strong, lethal. Bet you have a mate somewhere out there. But you can’t be that happy if you’re stuck in this shithole.
First chance I get, I’m gone.” He swore the creature nodded, and taken with the need to confide in someone, hell, anyone , he continued. “The only reason I’m even here is because I trusted the wrong person. Yorum conned me into believing he’d fly me out of the Vrail. I was heading for the Third Quadrant on the Edge of the System, away from System law. You know what they do to my kind? They kill us.” The bitterness over his situation burned like poison.
“Yorum suckered me into hiring him to pilot me out of the System. I had a band of peacemakers on my ass at the time. I was desperate, not thinking straight, and trusted a pirate to do what he promised. Instead, he sold me to fucking Furon. Now here I am, in The Pit.” Zachem snorted. “I try to tell myself I’ve been in worse places, because I have. The dickheads down here at least feed me and give me a place to sleep. Because I win for them, they even give me slaves to fulfil all my needs. But it’s not enough,” he admitted, Tarn’s troubling face in his mind’s eye. “It’s never enough.” Six licked his hand.
“I don’t like it here, but at least I’m respected for my fists. The guards fear me.” A heady sense of power warmed him. “The fuckers can’t kill me, not with all the currency I bring to The Pit. Never been beaten, not since the first day I stepped in the ring. I don’t think they know what I am. That or they don’t care.”
The threll cocked its head, as if curious.
“But you know what? One day I’m going to be free. Away from scientists and slavers and people who would kill me because of some stupid law forbidding my kind to live. I’ll find a perfect place and stay far from people.” So I won’t hurt what I can’t have—love, and a stable relationship with someone special, someone who will see me and not a monster to destroy or a tool to be used.
The threll startled him by trying to sit in his lap. It licked his chin and neck, nosing too close to his jugular for comfort. No matter that Six acted tame, Zachem couldn’t ignore the creature’s wild nature.
“Easy, Six. You’re no lap-cat, you great beast.”
Six growled, but to his surprise, he knew it meant no harm, that it understood him.
Though most thrells had an uncanny intelligence, this one was special. Six barked at him, and he hushed it so the guards wouldn’t investigate.
“Shut it, Six, before the guards come in. And get off my lap. You’re crushing my balls.” He tried to push Six off, careful of the creature’s claws.
Six didn’t seem to care. When the threll did move, it didn’t leave the pallet. Instead, it ambled off him, lowered its head to Zachem’s crotch and sniffed. To his shock, Zachem grew aroused.
“Okay, off the bed,” he growled, embarrassed at his inability to control his dick. “Time I got back to sleep. You can have the floor. And don’t argue,” he said when Six