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musculature and the hint of something dangling between its legs, she guessed it was male, though she couldn’t say for certain.
What Sasha could say was he looked every bit a prisoner as she. “Oh, god,” she whimpered. Just what the fuck had happened last night?
He turned his head as if he’d heard her question, looking her over curiously.
“Where are we?” she yelled to him, wincing when her head pounded in angry protest.
Are you well?
Sasha jumped and looked around for the person who’d spoken before focusing on the other prisoner suspiciously.
He tipped his head at a questioning angle and tapped a clawed fingertip to his temple. Are you well? The drug they gave you can make some beings feel ill.
“Are…are you…is this some sort of telepathy?” she asked with a shiver of nerves. She hoped like hell he was capable of telepathic communication. If she was imagining that deep, smooth voice in her head, she might as well drink the blue stuff and jump down the rabbit hole to join Alice.
He nodded and she gasped a lit tle in relief. But it was short-lived when she replayed his words. “What drug? Where the hell am I? What happened?”
Maybe she was imagining it, but his alien features seemed to express deep sorrow and great pity. You were abducted. They wish to experiment on you.
She gaped at him, her mind going blank white with panic. “They…who?” she wheezed but he only shrugged a shoulder and shook his head. Sasha felt her legs give way and sagged to the floor, eyes unfocusing as the world took a lazy spin around her.
You are not well. That mental voice held an edge of concern. Drink the restorative. It will ease your illness.
Her mind seemed to go spinning in the opposite direction of the room, casting her into madness. “Can’t…be real…not…happening…” she whimpered.
Breathe, little one, he seemed to murmur in her ear. Be easy. I don’t believe they mean us harm.
That little gem of ridiculousness sparked her anger enough to settle the room. Panting as if she’d run a marathon, she lifted her head, preparing to level a whole shit-load of sarcasm at his head—being given a whopping hangover , kidnapped, and shoved in a little white box seemed a hell of a lot like harm to her.
But he was now standing at the transparent barrier, hands splayed on its surface, features concerned. The sight of him drained all thought from her head as if someone had pulled a plug on the bottom of her brain.
He appeared to be of reptilian descent, hairless with fine scales instead of skin, intricate patterns drawn over his body in endless shades of blue, gray, and black. He had slits for nostrils and strange ridges running over his skull, but instead of cold snake eyes he had the most glorious swirl of glowing color. He was long and lean, muscles ropy and sinuous, black claws tipping his fingers and toes. And since he was naked, she could see he was extremely male. More than one impressive phallus hung between his legs.
While Sasha stared in stunned fascination, those members twitched and began to swell.
Suddenly remembering her predicament, she also twitched and looked away. “You…they abducted you, too?” she asked in a thin voice.
Yes. I have been here a while. I have not been injured. They feed us, keep us healthy, clean.
“Like lab rats,” she choked, shuddering. How the hell had this happened? Hadn’t anyone noticed her being swiped out of a public, jam-packed bar? “What kind of experiments?”
He didn’t respond. Sasha looked up at him with a clench of her jaw, ready to demand answers. But he was looking over his shoulder. She leaned a little to see past him and stared in surprise at the figure hunched in the corner of his cell. He’d been alone, she’d swear to it. Where had this person come from?
It was a naked female dusted with golden fur, multiple breasts, multiple arms, stocky legs. She grimaced at the reptilian male, baring sharp looking teeth in her heavy-set simian face.
What Sasha could say was he looked every bit a prisoner as she. “Oh, god,” she whimpered. Just what the fuck had happened last night?
He turned his head as if he’d heard her question, looking her over curiously.
“Where are we?” she yelled to him, wincing when her head pounded in angry protest.
Are you well?
Sasha jumped and looked around for the person who’d spoken before focusing on the other prisoner suspiciously.
He tipped his head at a questioning angle and tapped a clawed fingertip to his temple. Are you well? The drug they gave you can make some beings feel ill.
“Are…are you…is this some sort of telepathy?” she asked with a shiver of nerves. She hoped like hell he was capable of telepathic communication. If she was imagining that deep, smooth voice in her head, she might as well drink the blue stuff and jump down the rabbit hole to join Alice.
He nodded and she gasped a lit tle in relief. But it was short-lived when she replayed his words. “What drug? Where the hell am I? What happened?”
Maybe she was imagining it, but his alien features seemed to express deep sorrow and great pity. You were abducted. They wish to experiment on you.
She gaped at him, her mind going blank white with panic. “They…who?” she wheezed but he only shrugged a shoulder and shook his head. Sasha felt her legs give way and sagged to the floor, eyes unfocusing as the world took a lazy spin around her.
You are not well. That mental voice held an edge of concern. Drink the restorative. It will ease your illness.
Her mind seemed to go spinning in the opposite direction of the room, casting her into madness. “Can’t…be real…not…happening…” she whimpered.
Breathe, little one, he seemed to murmur in her ear. Be easy. I don’t believe they mean us harm.
That little gem of ridiculousness sparked her anger enough to settle the room. Panting as if she’d run a marathon, she lifted her head, preparing to level a whole shit-load of sarcasm at his head—being given a whopping hangover , kidnapped, and shoved in a little white box seemed a hell of a lot like harm to her.
But he was now standing at the transparent barrier, hands splayed on its surface, features concerned. The sight of him drained all thought from her head as if someone had pulled a plug on the bottom of her brain.
He appeared to be of reptilian descent, hairless with fine scales instead of skin, intricate patterns drawn over his body in endless shades of blue, gray, and black. He had slits for nostrils and strange ridges running over his skull, but instead of cold snake eyes he had the most glorious swirl of glowing color. He was long and lean, muscles ropy and sinuous, black claws tipping his fingers and toes. And since he was naked, she could see he was extremely male. More than one impressive phallus hung between his legs.
While Sasha stared in stunned fascination, those members twitched and began to swell.
Suddenly remembering her predicament, she also twitched and looked away. “You…they abducted you, too?” she asked in a thin voice.
Yes. I have been here a while. I have not been injured. They feed us, keep us healthy, clean.
“Like lab rats,” she choked, shuddering. How the hell had this happened? Hadn’t anyone noticed her being swiped out of a public, jam-packed bar? “What kind of experiments?”
He didn’t respond. Sasha looked up at him with a clench of her jaw, ready to demand answers. But he was looking over his shoulder. She leaned a little to see past him and stared in surprise at the figure hunched in the corner of his cell. He’d been alone, she’d swear to it. Where had this person come from?
It was a naked female dusted with golden fur, multiple breasts, multiple arms, stocky legs. She grimaced at the reptilian male, baring sharp looking teeth in her heavy-set simian face.
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