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Dare I poke around? I thought. Surely I deserved to know where I was and what I was doing there?
I initially thought it might be an infirmary room but with the lack of medicines and orderlies wandering around, I quickly tossed that thought aside.
No, I thought. This was someone else’s cell. But whose? And why wasn’t he here?
I glanced toward the door once more before plucking up the courage to sneak over to the desk where a small collection of books were piled. They were written in some alien language I couldn’t read and the device embedded in my arm didn’t translate.
I opened them and saw they were full of writings and images of alien brains. Whoever occupied this cell was nothing like Druin, that was for sure. I doubt he even knew how to use a book — except as toilet paper.
I shivered at the thought of him and thanked God he hadn’t entered me with his artificially enlarged cock. If it wasn’t for that alien who’d brought the delivery with him… and if he hadn’t taken action — and I imagined the majority of the inmates here wouldn’t have taken action…
I shivered again, the goosebumps lining up like little soldiers along my skin.
Then the sores on my body would still be untreated. When I checked them, I could see they were already healing very well, hardly visible through the cool liquid spread over them.
I moved toward the cabinet and eased it open. I smiled at what I found.
A series of plain black t-shirts and alien pants crafted from the hide of some unknown beast. It felt a lot like leather.
“Find anything of interest?”
I flew back and slammed the cabinet door in a single movement that sent me sprawling backward. The wall was not far behind me and I clenched my body tight, preparing for the impact…
But it never came.
Instead, I had collided with something softer, warmer… and when I looked up, I could see it was the delivery guy from earlier.
The one who had stepped in and saved me.
The one who had opened a fresh can of whoop-ass on the jjizzik. I hoped it would teach him not to treat his future Prizes — if he was ever fortunate enough to have any — better than he had me. I doubted that would happen, but a girl could hope.
The scales of the alien delivery guy were smooth beneath my skin and his eyes were fiery bright gold that shone in the harsh overhead lamplight. His touch was surprisingly gentle for such a large beast — although he was small compared to the jjizzik from earlier.
And yet, he’d managed to get the better of the monster.
He was still much larger than me, a full head taller — and I was pretty tall for a woman at five feet eleven.
“You need to be more careful,” the alien delivery guy said, easing me up onto my feet.
“I will,” I said, unsure how to speak with him.
I didn’t want to offend him and send him off down the same path Druin had gone. Maybe they all got angry and beat their Prizes — I had no idea.
The alien took my hand and straightened my arm. He ran his scaly fingers over my skin, sending a fresh round of gooseflesh writhing across my body.
“Your wounds appear to be healing well,” he said, before checking my other arm.
“Yes, thanks,” I said. “Uh. The other alien — the one with the glasses? He put some ointment on them and they’re healing pretty well now.”
The alien bent down and checked my legs. I just stood there, feeling like a total fool, as he poked and prodded at my thighs, my calves, and then reached for the shirt Cayggod had stolen from Druin’s cabinet. The alien was about to raise it over my head before he noticed me tensing.
He paused and looked into my eyes. “May I check the rest of your body for injuries?”
I was a Prize. No one ever asked me for permission. It was a shock. He reminded me I wasn’t just a slab of meat the aliens could use at their whim.
I wasn’t owned by anyone.
I was an individual.
