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“Dalgurs do not need bathrooms in the sense that humans do, but I have created one for you.” He pointed at another silver door on the other side of the room. “We have learned a lot since our first pet. I will return with food and water.”

He made a move to leave, but she stopped him with a shout.

“Wait! What about my clothes? Can I have them back?”

She clutched the sheet to her chest, suddenly shy even after all that had occurred.

“You will not need them. We have configured the temperature conditions of the ship to your body.”

The room was a comfortable temperature, but that wasn’t the only reason she wanted her dress back. Before she could argue, Vrix nodded.

“I will be back soon.”

And then he was gone, and Giselle was alone in the room.

CHAPTER 4

GISELLE WAS HUDDLED UNDER the covers of the bed when the door whooshed open again. She had tried to exit earlier, standing next to it like she was at a supermarket waiting for the automatic doors, but nothing had happened.

Her eyes shot to the opening now as one of the aliens walked in, a tray in his hands.

Vrix, she was pretty sure it was Vrix, the smile on his face different from the sneer Thase liked to give her.

“I have brought food and drink,” he said, placing the tray on the bed and taking a seat next to her.

She gave him an awkward smile.

Earlier, she’d relieved herself in the bathroom that looked exactly like one you’d see on Earth. There was even a large tub that she’d considered using, but decided against it, wetting her hands in the sink before scrubbing thick seed from her body. It was milky, though more golden than white, and had made her skin crawl to think about it happening again.

Yes, it had made her skin crawl, at the same time it made her cunt throb at the thought of being filled by Thase and Vrix once more. What happened before had been wrong, but the combination of Thase’s harsh threats and Vrix’s sweet praise sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Debauched fucking butterflies.

“Eat,” Vrix commanded, bringing her back to the room.

Giselle looked at the tray, a large glass filled with clear liquid and a small plate with some sort of gelatinous cube. She picked up the glass, her mouth as dry as the desert she’d been abducted from.

“Water?” she asked, quirking a brow.

“Yes,” he said with a laugh. “We have learned our lessons from the other humans.”

She took a tentative sip before greedily gulping it down, unable to stop herself. It seemed like water, tasteless and with a hint of minerals, but she was too thirsty to truly care.

She gasped in a breath, her stomach aching slightly, though at least her mouth was no longer dry.

“What exactly does that mean? Learned your lesson?”

She wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer, but the more information she could gather, the better.

“We did not realize that humans require physical sustenance, but we quickly rectified that.”

Vrix was so serious, like he wasn’t talking about individuals he’d abducted from Earth with the help of his charming friend.

“You don’t eat?”

Giselle picked up the clear cube, studying it. It was denser than she’d expected, a solid mass, squishy like a firm gelatin. She gave it a good squeeze, eyeing him.

“We do not. We gain energy from photosynthesis and cosmic radiation. That is what the solar-receptors are for,” he said, pointing to a slit of glowing golden light, one of many that covered his body.