“I’m sorry. I’m only doing my duty.” No sign of guilt or pity any longer.
Just firm resolve.
“You can spout duty, you can cry about extinction, but you have no right
to do this to me!”
“I have the strength and the means. You are going to Kalquor.”
This time, when the urge to slap him rose again, Maryam gave into it. She
slapped that hard jaw, then she raced to the shelves holding her belongings and
flung them at him. When she ran out of items to fling at the stoic alien, she
ran back to him and pummeled him with fists, hurting herself.
He showed no sign he felt any of her rage. He took her abuse for several
minutes, hard and unflinching as stone. Later, she would wonder why he let her
hit him, even if it didn’t do any harm. Maybe he agreed he deserved it.
In any event, Kels eventually decided he’d had enough. He picked her up
and tossed her on the bed. Maryam’s first terrified thought was he would join
her, climbing on top of her to be the first of many who would force themselves
on her, holding her down as he began her enslavement as a breeder.
For a moment, something dark did flicker in his gaze. Then Kels turned
and ordered the door open. It clicked locked behind him.
Fear fled, replaced by fury. Maryam shrieked in helpless rage at the door
of her prison, at the man who had put her in it.
No release date set.
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