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relief to use the toilet then step into the warm spray. Hope was salty with dried sweat, and her hair was a matted mess. Her fingers stroked through her pale tresses, working out the tangles. Carefully she felt the bite on the curve of her shoulder and neck. It was deep, but no longer bled. Hope rubbed her hands over her body, gingerly scrubbing at the sticky mess between her sore thighs.
Hope turned to see Drogo staring from the doorway. He looked so serious. She must've been taking too long. Considering what had happened she deserved to languish in the shower till she turned all pruney.
"I'm not done!" Hope snapped at him with a frown.
Drogo shook his head then turned and walked away.
Hope had no idea what to make of him. She probably shouldn't push her luck. If he really wanted to he could pull her out of the shower and do whatever he wanted with her and she didn't have a hope in hell to prevent it.
Hope attempted to relax again in the hot spray, but she couldn't, as she stood wondering what was in store for her.
After stalling in the hot water for a while longer Hope finally decided she better leave. No sense in pissing the brute off any further. She used the little disk knob to shut the water off the way she'd seen Drogo adjust it, then stepped out and re-wrapped the blanket around her chest and hips.
Drogo was waiting quietly when she emerged.
He led her out of the cell, with one hand at the back of her neck to guide her. It was a possessive, controlling gesture. All he had to do was tighten his grip, and she'd be helpless to run or even move.
Eventually they came to his room. It had a different bed and table, but Hope was pretty sure it was the same room. A tray of food with several plates sat at the table and Drogo gestured to sit.
As they ate in silence Drogo stared at her, but Hope concentrated on her food instead.
He could understand her but what could she say. 'Hey, I'm not a sex slave asshole!' Seemed unwise and counterproductive if she ever wanted her freedom.
Hope decided she needed to bide her time, earn his trust, and do a better job planning her escape than she did last go round.
"But what if we leave Earth? What if we've already left?" Hope realized the flaw with her plan. "Oh god."
She stared sullenly at her plate, no longer hungry.
There was a beep at the door.
"Enter." Drogo called out.
"Wait a second I understood that." Hope nearly yelped out loud as she realized as the word translated clearly rather than just the impressions she caught before.
Why could she suddenly understand them? What had they done to her while she slept? Whatever it was felt like another invasion in a long line of transgressions.
Hope held her tongue, waiting to see if this was just a fluke.
Another alien entered Drogo's apartment. This one looked different than the others she'd seen, but still the same species. The person was smaller in breadth than Drogo, with much longer dreads, almost to its butt. The alien was shorter than Drogo's seven foot towering height, but still a head taller than Hope. Hope felt incredibly small and vulnerable by comparison. This alien had reddish skin, no arm spikes, and facial features that were more delicate.
Hope realized she had to be looking at a woman of their species. She wore a skirt instead of pants, and rather than a bare chest she wore a swath of material over her nearly flat chest.
"I have come with clothes for your subeo. The diplomats have also arrived. They await you in the council room, my Prognatus." The alien woman set the clothes down, took the dishes and exited with a slight bow.
Hope understood almost every word, the alien spoke in a soft almost meek voice, but a few words didn't translate. The woman had looked at her when she said the word subeo. Hope knew what a sub was and didn't quite shine to the term. It was one thing to submit to a strong man, bending to his will. But it was quite another thing for someone to declare you're their sub. It was akin to
Hope turned to see Drogo staring from the doorway. He looked so serious. She must've been taking too long. Considering what had happened she deserved to languish in the shower till she turned all pruney.
"I'm not done!" Hope snapped at him with a frown.
Drogo shook his head then turned and walked away.
Hope had no idea what to make of him. She probably shouldn't push her luck. If he really wanted to he could pull her out of the shower and do whatever he wanted with her and she didn't have a hope in hell to prevent it.
Hope attempted to relax again in the hot spray, but she couldn't, as she stood wondering what was in store for her.
After stalling in the hot water for a while longer Hope finally decided she better leave. No sense in pissing the brute off any further. She used the little disk knob to shut the water off the way she'd seen Drogo adjust it, then stepped out and re-wrapped the blanket around her chest and hips.
Drogo was waiting quietly when she emerged.
He led her out of the cell, with one hand at the back of her neck to guide her. It was a possessive, controlling gesture. All he had to do was tighten his grip, and she'd be helpless to run or even move.
Eventually they came to his room. It had a different bed and table, but Hope was pretty sure it was the same room. A tray of food with several plates sat at the table and Drogo gestured to sit.
As they ate in silence Drogo stared at her, but Hope concentrated on her food instead.
He could understand her but what could she say. 'Hey, I'm not a sex slave asshole!' Seemed unwise and counterproductive if she ever wanted her freedom.
Hope decided she needed to bide her time, earn his trust, and do a better job planning her escape than she did last go round.
"But what if we leave Earth? What if we've already left?" Hope realized the flaw with her plan. "Oh god."
She stared sullenly at her plate, no longer hungry.
There was a beep at the door.
"Enter." Drogo called out.
"Wait a second I understood that." Hope nearly yelped out loud as she realized as the word translated clearly rather than just the impressions she caught before.
Why could she suddenly understand them? What had they done to her while she slept? Whatever it was felt like another invasion in a long line of transgressions.
Hope held her tongue, waiting to see if this was just a fluke.
Another alien entered Drogo's apartment. This one looked different than the others she'd seen, but still the same species. The person was smaller in breadth than Drogo, with much longer dreads, almost to its butt. The alien was shorter than Drogo's seven foot towering height, but still a head taller than Hope. Hope felt incredibly small and vulnerable by comparison. This alien had reddish skin, no arm spikes, and facial features that were more delicate.
Hope realized she had to be looking at a woman of their species. She wore a skirt instead of pants, and rather than a bare chest she wore a swath of material over her nearly flat chest.
"I have come with clothes for your subeo. The diplomats have also arrived. They await you in the council room, my Prognatus." The alien woman set the clothes down, took the dishes and exited with a slight bow.
Hope understood almost every word, the alien spoke in a soft almost meek voice, but a few words didn't translate. The woman had looked at her when she said the word subeo. Hope knew what a sub was and didn't quite shine to the term. It was one thing to submit to a strong man, bending to his will. But it was quite another thing for someone to declare you're their sub. It was akin to
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