Remington giggled, somehow sounding like a little girl when he did so. “What do you think, homo aliens? You like seeing a female once or twice a day? Does it make you wish you were me, someone who can have a woman’s pussy and not a man’s ass? Want to hear how nice Mackenzie there feels?”
Elisa’s face flamed with heat. She hoped Zemos and his clan knew she would never sleep with a disgusting pig like Remington. She’d never even known a man at all except to kiss ... if a teenage buss with a sixteen-year-old boy could be called knowing a man.
It might as well have been. That innocent moment had landed her in all sorts of trouble over thirty years ago. It had torn away every dream she’d possessed. That moment of curiosity and infatuation had certainly not been worth the hell it had caused.
No, she did not like Remington telling the Kalquorians or anyone that he’d enjoyed anything remotely sexual with her. Even the most innocent instances could land her in hot water, and what Remington was saying could do a lot more than put her in the brig.
Somehow, it still paled in comparison to the fact the bastard was telling Zemos, Oret, and Miragin he’d known her in a carnal manner. It made her sick to her stomach to think they might believe him.
Her cart clattered as she rushed out of the cell block. Elisa’s chest was tight as she escaped the hateful sound of Remington’s laugh thudding in her ears.
No release date set.