Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“I didn’t come here to start trouble. Really. I’ll tell you everything.”
Wrath looks me over with an expression that is not just lascivious but calculating.
“Where did you come from?”
He knows where I came from, of course. So this has to be a test. I answer as honestly as I can, not knowing how to be diplomatic about it.
“The same ship as everyone else who is a human and is stuck down here being taken prisoner on this planet because we keep coming down here because we’re very stupid and think we can solve our problems by repeating them.”
Zin snorts with laughter. He seems to enjoy my withering appraisal of our decisions so far. I’m not trying to talk badly about us, but I am being honest. Mostly because I don’t know what else I could say to explain why we keep trying the same insane plan over and over again. Lettie sent me down here as bait, but we’ve all been bait, and we’ve all been taken. That’s the thing about being humans. We knew it was dumb, and we did it anyway.
Wrath
I have seen quite a number of humans taken prisoner so far. Usually they resist capture in one way or another. Sometimes they are self-possessed and haughty, almost too cool for the ordeal they are experiencing. Other times they are obviously afraid but prepared to fight for what they imagine to be their honor.
This very pretty, very curvy, very relaxed female seems largely disinterested in her predicament, and eager for my approval rather than offended by the fact she has been captured. I do not quite understand her, and that makes me curious.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask the question. Usually such an inquiry would make the recipient bristle with outrage, or act as though they were being needled in some way. The human before me simply takes it in her stride.
“A lot of things,” she says. “What are you referring to, specifically?”
“I don’t want attitude from you, human.”
“That’s good, because you’re not getting any.”
She looks at me with those simple blue eyes, and I find myself wondering if she is very brave, or immensely disconnected from her own situation.
“Why are you dressed that way?”
“I got robes from Vulcan,” I say.
“Under the robes,” I prompt. “Take them off.”
“Take my clothes off?”
She has to be playing stupid, I think. Either that, or she is so flustered she cannot think straight. It is possible. Again, most of the humans we have encountered so far have been sassy, smart, and brave to the point of recklessness. But not all of them can be that way, and it is possible that the ship is running out of good women to send. This may be the bottom of their barrel.
I feel pity for the girl as she fumbles with the robes, then reveals what I caught a glimpse of earlier. She is barely clad at all. Her soft human curves are being barely held in place by tight striations of elastic fabric that strain to contain her. It is a sight that causes every eye in the place to be drawn to her with a fascination that I am sure none of us can resist.
She is hot.
Literally.
There is warmth emerging from her skin with an intensity that I can feel. Internally, I am finding myself reacting to her body in a more powerful way than I have experienced with human females before. I generally leave the breaking and breeding of these creatures to my favored generals.
Zin is here because the human female is supposed to be for him. But even I did not like the way his tone changed when he spoke to her. She is a soft little thing, and she would be easily broken.
I am not usually given to acts of charity or mercy, and the notion of being attracted to weakness is sickening. But this human is vulnerable, and she appears to be quite impressed by me.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I know this is silly. Obscene, really.”
“Then why are you wearing it?”
“I was forced to wear it.”
That gets my attention. I have never heard of one of these human females forcing one another to wear certain clothing, especially not clothing this revealing. Most of the time we have to strip them of thick suits that are absolutely replete with tools to enable self-defense and survival. This woman has been sent down to the planet without anything to defend her at all. She could have died of exposure quite easily in that attire.
“Why were you forced to wear it?”
“I was left down here as bait.”
“Bait for who?”
She looks at me quite seriously, pausing for a little moment as if she is trying to decide whether or not to tell me the truth. I wait, almost as interested in whether or not she decides to lie as what the reason is.