Human Pet Prison (Possessive Aliens #7) - Loki Renard Page 0,7
from her impudent action. He can’t have completely, or she would be dead.
“You take one fucking step toward me, and I will hit you again,” she says, still clutching the weapon as she starts rattling off her demands. “I want off this ship. I want a small shuttle fully stocked with provisions. I want…”
I lean back against the communications deck, my arms folded over my chest, and wait to hear the extent of her demands. The tail end of the charge is still working through my nervous system, sparking off the tips of the few blades which remain erect. She knows how to get a scythkin’s attention.
“... And all the potatoes I can eat,” she finishes.
“You get nothing,” I tell her when she finally stops talking.
“I’ll shoot you again.”
“Did it seem particularly effective the first time?”
“I’ll use full power.”
“You didn’t use full power to begin with?”
“I did not. I wanted your attention so you could get me those things. If you won’t get me those things, I’ll have to just kill you.”
Silver
He moves a lot faster than scythkin usually do. I depress the trigger a second time, and somehow the electricity misses him completely. He grabs me around the waist and swings me off the ground, wrestling the weapon from me and tossing it to the ground.
“You should have used full power to begin with,” he growls in my ear.
“I will next time,” I growl right back.
There’s no getting free once a scythkin gets hold of you. I know that with a flex of a single muscle he could drive a blade right through my body. These aliens are deeply dangerous. I hate how helpless I am the moment he touches me. It feels like he’s used a charge on me, but he doesn’t need technology to make his will felt in my flesh.
I am reacting to this scythkin. I don’t know why. Maybe it is the green eyes. Most of the others I’ve met had a glowing red gaze. His is like being stared down by something radioactive. I can feel the effects of him making me tingle. I wonder if he is as toxic as radiation, if that melting sensation I have is the feeling of my internal organs about to seep out of my pores — or if it is something far more twisted and dangerous.
He is also of a different coloration than most others of his kind. He is silver, fading to black beneath his arms and along the outside of his thighs. He looks like a massive shiny walking machine, but when he touches me, I feel the animal heat of a living being.
I have got to get a grip. This is far from the first scythkin I have been grabbed by. For the last few months, I have been kept captive in a dozen useless ways. This is one more jailer in a long line, and I have no intention of letting him get to me.
But he already has.
The moment he brushed his fingers over my face when he took the blindfold off. He looked inside my soul, and I saw his.
I didn’t like what I saw. Usually these aliens are empty. He’s not. There's something inside him I recognize. Pain.
“Put me down.”
“That was suggested, but no. I think you're better off alive.”
“That's not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant. If you think you are getting away from me, you’re wrong. This is your last stop. There are no more prisons after this one. There are no more escapes. This is it for you, Silver. You are mine.”
Those three words, growled with that perfect alien intensity, do things to the inside of me I don’t want them to do. I am so hyper reactive to him in ways I cannot explain. Maybe it is an effect of the sedatives. Or maybe it’s something they’re doing to me, a pheromone in the air. They are capable of anything.
“Hello? You still there?”
A voice emerges from the bank of machinery. I heard him talking to the IHPZ as I took aim. He sounded pissed off about my condition, but I’m not going to give him too much credit for that.
Warden reaches out and slams his hand down on the console, cutting the call off. I guess he doesn’t want to talk anymore. I guess he’s embarrassed at having nearly gotten his ass kicked, live on air.
“I will talk to them later,” he says. “I’m dealing with you now. And do you know what I’m going to