12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Astra

I can't believe it. The fucking alien betrayed me! Just when I'd started to trust him and seriously considered riding his alien cock, he betrayed me.

He spoke to the gray aliens and suddenly, I was being dragged out of his cell. It's infuriating. It also hurts, but mostly, I feel anger. Is he fed up with me already? Annoyed I didn't suck him off right away? Or maybe the gray aliens wanted to take him away, and he convinced them to take me instead?

Either way, it doesn't matter. Tareq remains safe in our cell while I'm taken to the creepy medical examination room once again. I want to fight and scream, but what good would that do? They can overpower me with just one click of a button. Until I get my hands on the collar remote or find a way to remove the damned thing, I have to cooperate.

Cooperation doesn't mean I stop planning my escape. Even as they strap me down on the cold metal table, I keep looking around, memorizing where the sharp tools are and where the scientist puts his remote. It's in the same spot as usual, near the table. I'm determined to grab it the moment I'm free again.

Of course, the blanket wrapped around my chest sorely lacks pockets. I'll have to figure out a way to hide the remote, but that's a task for later. I'm desperate enough to prison-pouch it if necessary.

The second scientist joins the first one, but this time, he leaves after exchanging a few words. It seems like it's just going to be one of them probing my ass today. I really want to make a snarky comment about it, but I don't wish to be zapped by the collar. The alien wouldn't understand me, anyway.

I'm trying to stay calm, determined to endure whatever weird things he's going to throw at me, but when he forces me to turn my head to the side and straps it in place, I start to worry. My worry goes into full-blown panic the second I see him reaching for a sharp tool.

"Wait! What are you doing? Please stop!" I beg. I'm terrified the aliens are annoyed with me enough to harm me.

The alien barks a command and reaches for a remote, giving me a brief, mild shock. A reminder for me to shut the fuck up.

I bite down, locking my jaw in order to stifle my cries, only muffled whimpers escaping. The alien grumbles but refrains from punishing me further with the remote, at least for now. Instead, he places some unknown tool behind my ear.

I watch as he waves a scanner over my head, adjusting the tool's position when it beeps. Everything seems fine until suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my skull. I can't help but shriek and struggle against the restraints, but they're too tight.

Displeased by my movement, the scientist calls for guards to hold me down. They grab my arms and shoulders, keeping me steady as he explores the hole he has just drilled into my head. A low, throbbing ache reminiscent of a hangover joins the sharp pain, pounding in my skull as if someone is beating me with a hammer.

I might have passed out briefly because when I come to again, my throbbing head is turned to the other side. A guard holds my forehead in place as the scientist places the tool behind my other ear and repeats the motion from before.

When he's finally done, I can't even keep my eyes open. The sharp pain dissipates the moment he removes the tool from my head, but the dull throbbing only increases. Instead of a terrible hangover, I now feel like I have a full blown concussion.

I only vaguely realize they've removed my restraints. My plan to snatch the remote is long forgotten. I can't even sit up straight, let alone steal anything.

"Put her back with the Syndoran," a voice commands. "And bring me the other one."

Two pairs of hands grab me, forcing me to stand upright. My legs don't get the message, however, and give up on me. The guards don't care, dragging me along by the arms.

"Why don't you carry her?"

"Me? Why don't you carry her?!"

Someone is talking. I wish they'd shut up. My eyes keep closing, the bright light surrounding me making my headache unbearable.

"I am your superior, Omicron 18-L. You follow my commands."

A grunt sounds on my left side. "I don't want to touch her body. The Syndoran has been mating with her. She could be covered in all manner of disgusting mating fluids."

"Hm," the one on the right grunts, "these breeding habits are truly appalling. But it will earn us a greater reward."

A door hisses open. Bars are on each side. Cells. Oh, they're taking me back to the cell.

My mind feels all fuzzy and I can't focus. Something important is escaping me, but I can't grasp onto the thought. Every time I try to concentrate, the headache spikes, making me groan in pain.

"Here, Syndoran."

A cell opens and hands shove me inside. I'm falling, the floor getting closer to my face, but my hands refuse to move to cushion my fall. Someone catches me, though. Warm, brawny arms envelope me and for the moment at least, I feel safe.

Something rumbles next to me. It sounds like an animal growling. "What the fuck did you do to her?!" an oddly familiar voice yells near my ear. I wince, the noise causing my pain to spike again.

"Installed the translator nodes, just like you requested. Now, you can talk to her. You have three days to breed her. If you fail, we will give her to another male."

"You fucking assholes! You didn't even sedate her?! You fucking butchers, I'll—" The screaming voice is cut off by a grunt of pain. The arms holding me tighten.

"You forget yourself, Syndoran. We have no need for you. If you don't follow orders, we will use you as fodder for the other slaves."

My whimpering turns to relief when the arms holding me up stop crushing me against the hard plane of someone's chest. A very warm and very naked chest. It would be a great feeling if it wasn't for the persistent headache.

"I'm so sorry, As'Trah," a voice whispers into my hair. "I had no idea that… Oh, Ancestors! I'm really sorry for this."

Only one person pronounces my name in such a funny way. "Tareq? What…?" I groan, trying to focus. I'm angry with him, aren't I? So, so angry. And sad, because he's been so nice to me and then? "You betrayed me," I whimper, sniffling into his chest. "I kind of liked you, but you told them to take me and hurt me. Not cool, man."

"I didn't! I mean… Oh, As'Trah, it's so complicated, but you have to know that I never meant you harm. I swear it on the Ancestors."

I don't dare open my eyes, fearing the light would just stab my brain again. I can't see Tareq's expression, but I hear the anguish in his words. He isn't lying. I don't really know him well because we can't talk to each other but— Realization races through my mind like a shooting star.

"Wait!" My eyes shoot open and I stare at Tareq while my bottom jaw lies somewhere on the floor. "I can understand you?!"

Come to think of it, I understood the gray aliens too. The scientist, the guards, now Tareq. Was that why they drilled holes into my skull? I gingerly touch the spot, surprised to only find a small scab there. Given the pain I'd felt, I expected a hole at least an inch wide.

"Yes, the Genixarians gave you translator nodes. I asked them to."

I shove at his chest. "You did WHAT?! You asked them to fucking drill holes into my fucking head?!" Screaming isn't helping my headache, but I can't seem to stop. "You fucking jerk. Let me go." When he doesn't immediately release me, I shove at him again. "Let. Me. GO! I don't want you touching me!"

With a sigh, Tareq sets me down on the floor. I close my eyes and rest my head on the wall behind me, wishing to fall asleep and wake up in my own bed. Please, I pray, let this all be a crazy dream.

It's not a dream. My head keeps pounding, and I grasp it in my hands as if it might help with the pain.

"Drink, As'Trah," Tareq whispers, a water bottle touching my lips. "It will help with the pain."

"Fuck you," I mutter, but take the bottle anyway. It can't make things any worse.

Tareq is silent as I drink, shuffling around the other side of the cell. Staying away from me, just like I wanted. Fuck this polite asshole!

"I want answers," I say after finishing the water. The pain doesn't lessen, but it also doesn't get worse, not even when I open my eyes. A small win, but a welcome one. I need to watch Tareq's expression as we talk to make sure he isn't lying to me. "I want the truth. No lies. Understood?"

"Yes, As'Trah. I vow to never lie to you."

His words sound earnest, so I decide to believe him. For now. "Why exactly did you tell those gray freaks to drill holes into my head?"

Tareq rubs his forehead, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, "I convinced them to implant you with the translator nodes and update mine so that we could communicate. The procedure is something that's usually done under sedation. I swear I had no idea they wouldn't give you any pain relief. I never would have asked them to do it if I knew that was their intention. But they were getting impatient. They want you pregnant and I can only stall them so much, so-"

"Wait. Hold your horses, tigerman. Did you just say PREGNANT?!"