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“What do you mean, another male?” Tareq asks, scowling. “I’ve been told I have three days with her!”
The Genixarian sneers. “Do you think your opinion matters here? Back off. Now.”
Tareq doesn’t move. I know he doesn’t like this. It’s not a part of our plan. He’s worried about me, I think. Or maybe he’s just worried about the plan. He already fucked up once by ending up in a cell, so I guess he doesn’t want a repeat.
I know I’m being mean, but I’m hurt. Who knew that the most painful part of the whole alien abduction experience would be having my stupid heart broken by an alien?
A growl rumbles in Tareq’s chest and I decide to take action before he gets himself knocked out by the collar. I pull myself onto my feet, wobbly after being fucked into next week, and fling myself on the nearest guard. “Oh, please, take me away from here,” I weep. “He’s a monster!”
The guard makes a disgusted grunt, peeling me away from himself as if I was the creepy one here. “Stop touching me, female!” he orders, threatening to activate my collar.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I say, pretending to sniffle and wipe my nose with the back of my hand. The more disgusting they think I am, the less they’ll touch me.
I follow them out of the cell, terrified to be alone with them but grateful that I’ve taken their attention off Tareq. He stands aside as they take me away, but I can see that he’s a hair’s breadth away from losing his control and attacking them. That would be a terrible idea. They’d just knock him out and he would be of no use to me when they bring me back.
I don’t get it. I thought he was focused on the plan, the mission. Why is he acting crazy now? It’s as if he wants to throw his precious plan away just to fight the aliens for taking me away from him. They say women are complicated, but men are seriously messed up.
Or maybe I’m wrong and he really does like me. Maybe he just can’t bear the idea of another male touching me?
Ugh. Why am I torturing myself with these stupid fantasies?
Either way, it doesn’t matter. We have a plan and we need to stick to it. My job is to get the remote and I cannot afford to fail. If I do, there’s no escape. I’ll be raped by one of any number of primitive aliens and Tareq… I don’t know what he’ll do. He’ll probably try to escape even without the remote and get himself caught and killed.
I can’t fail. No pressure, huh?
In the end, stealing the remote is surprisingly simple. They take me back to the lab, strap me to the table, and the creepy scientist waves his scanner over me. I thank all the fucking gods in existence that he doesn’t stick anything inside me because I think I’d vomit.
After I’m deemed to be still not pregnant—thank fuck for that—they release my restraints. I pretend to stagger, falling straight onto the small table where the scientist always puts his collar remote. Tools scatter around, aliens yell and someone activates my collar. I scream in pain, but even as I collapse onto the floor, I keep tightly clutching the stolen remote. I can’t lose it now. I can’t. They haven’t noticed it and I can’t give it away. It’s our only chance to get out of this hell.
The pain ebbs eventually. I groan as I try to get up without knocking over anything else. I don’t think I’d be able to take more pain without breaking down in tears and inadvertently revealing the stolen remote.
“You should start behaving better, slave,” a guard lectures me as they lead me back to the cells. “Once you’re auctioned off, your new master won’t be as lenient with your clumsiness and disobedience as we are.”
I want to punch him. I want to scream. I want him to have balls so that I could kick him in them. But I also don’t want to raise any suspicion, so I just give him a quiet “yes, sir” that seems to satisfy him.
Fucking aliens. If people knew the kind of assholes they were, no one would want to meet them.
The guards bring me back to the cellblock. All four of them. I don’t like that. Why are there suddenly four when they’ve only been coming in pairs until now? Is it a coincidence? Do they suspect something?
Tareq watches us intently as we stop in front of his cell. I give him the tiniest of nods and he smiles in return, looking proud of me. And I won’t lie, it makes me feel good. I might not be a professional undercover agent or whatever he is, but I managed my part of the plan without a hitch.
Now, we just need to wait for the guards to leave, remove our collars and escape. Tareq will signal his buddies, they’ll fly in guns blazing, and we’ll all get our happily ever after.
Except things don’t exactly go as planned.
“Not there,” the guard says as I move toward Tareq’s cell. “You’re getting a new male to breed you.”
To my horror, he pushes me toward the cell with the large lizard. “B-but…” I try to protest, but they ignore me. They shove me against the bars and the noise makes the creature in the corner of the cell raise his ugly head.
Oh, boy. Did I think Tareq had sharp teeth? This guy looks like a crocodile. He’s also hard, his cock straining under the simple loincloth he’s wearing. He grunts as his eyes slide over my body, once again wrapped only in the flimsy blanket that will provide exactly zero protection against him.
“NO! You can’t do that!” I scream even as they open the cell door. “You-you want me alive, don’t you? This thing will eat me!”
“Nah. According to our database, when he’s fed, his mating instincts are stronger than his feeding ones.”
“How can you be sure about that?!” Tareq yells from behind me. “You know jack shit about mating! Stop it!”
Annoyed by all the shouting, the leader of the guards clicks his remote and Tareq falls on the floor, groaning in pain. Someone pushes against my shoulder, forcing me inside the cell.
