Capítulo 1: A Little Torture Never Hurt Anyone
I quickly closed my eyes when I heard the hiss of the hydraulics as the doors opened to the area I was being held. I knew that they knew I was awake. With all of the monitors that they had me hooked up to, they probably knew that I was conscious before I did. Honestly, though, I was too tired to care one way or another.
"Have you gathered any new data?" one of the lizards asked another. Now, I'm sure it was an insult to the lizards on Earth to be compared to these things, but I really didn't know what else to call them. It's not like they stopped to introduce themselves or their species before they started to experiment on me. That would have been the polite thing to do. Nope, they definitely could not have done that.
"It takes approximately seven standard months for the blunt claws on her fingers to regrow and even longer for the ones on her feet to do the same thing. They also do not grow back as smoothly as before. I just don't understand this species. They have absolutely no way of protecting themselves. Even their outer layer reacts to the slightest stimulus! I don't know how they managed to survive for so long, let alone populate an entire planet," said the second lizard. The pure disgust in his tone made me want to chuckle. Not my fault they found me lacking. Maybe they should just put me back where they found me.
But I was not that lucky.
From what I have come to realize on my endless days strapped to this bed, there were two different types(?) categories (?) professions… yeah, let's go with professions, to the lizards.
There were the six that I knew by sight, and I was pretty sure that they must be the hired muscle, aka, the guards. Dressed in a weird type of silver armor that I had never seen before, these things with lizard features, were clearly not the most intelligent of the lot. They had a striking resemblance to the Komodo dragon, including the long globs of drool hanging from their mouths.
I cringed every time they came near me, expecting the slime to drop onto my skin and burn me like acid or something.
Yes, I know, it probably was not that bad, but hey, I've been abducted by fucking aliens. I think I was allowed to exaggerate now and again.
Anyways, on the other side of the glass, too important to risk their health interacting with a specimen like myself, were what I could only call the scientists. They were the ones that seem to run everything around here from what tortures they were planning on putting me through on any given day to ordering around the Neanderthals of their species.
Now, if you were going to ask me how on Earth I got abducted… get it… on Earth… ah I crack myself up sometimes…. Anyways… if you were wondering how I managed to get myself abducted by the gecko from that insurance commercial, I can honestly tell you, I have no idea.
The last thing I remember was sitting out on my lake one night, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate and looking at the stars, and the next thing I knew, I was here, laying on a cold slab of metal, held down by even colder cuffs.
Have I mentioned how much I hate the cold? Well, if I didn't hate it before, I do now. They don't even give me the decency of a blanket or any type of clothing. I have no idea how I got into this mess, and I have no idea how I was going to get out. One thing I did know? When I did, there was going to be blood.
Anyways, back to Beavis and Butthead here that had clearly drawn the short straw. They approached the slab where I was being held down and Beavis looked down at me. I quickly open my eyes, not giving them the satisfaction of seeing me in a weakened state, and Beavis jumps back startled.
I smirked in response.
Oh sure, the naked, 5'2 human, strapped to an exam bed that had not eaten in God only knows how long was a credible threat to the 6-foot-plus lizard with teeth that still had chunks of whatever meat they just had for lunch in them.
I assumed it was lunchtime, a clock would be nice, but I am guessing that that is just not cost-effective. Why spend a penny more on a specimen than they had to right? I'm sure the lab rats back home didn't get a clock either in their cages… why should I be different.
Beavis was not impressed with my smirk and moved to strike me in the face, but one of the scientists stop him quickly with a hiss.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, the scientists can dissect me every day without anesthesia, run any and all tests that they can possibly do, and I think they have even removed my heart a few times… Luckily for me, they realized that I would need it for them to continue on with their experiments…
But if one of the meatheads so much as touched me in any way other than what the scientist deemed to be acceptable then their ass was grass.
Literally, that was how Curly died. He took a swipe at me with his claw and before he could reach my skin, a laser came out through the ceiling and killed him. The poor baby. I should probably be upset with seeing his green blood and purplish guts coating the room that was my prison… I should have been sick to my stomach when some of those unidentified parts covered me, but honestly, I was pretty sure that I had smiled the whole time.
Yeah, I probably should mention that I have failed my fair share of psych evaluations, but what is a girl to do? Not my fault I am considered a highly functioning psychopath… yes, yes, yes… there is such a thing, but we are considered more atypical than your everyday psychopath.
We don't tend to go on murdering sprees because it was too much effort to plan and execute without getting caught. We still didn't have a high level of empathy or enjoy anything overly touchy-feely, and we were very, very conscientious about what was ours.
Some might even go so far as to call us territorial.
But I digress… where was I? Oh yes, the meatheads were not allowed to touch the goods, but they could hold me down. Not too sure why they would need to, it was not like I was going anywhere.
Trying not to stare at the shiny silver ceiling that reflected me back in all my glory, I wondered what was on the docket for today…
It took to the count of 2,000 before I realized that something had gone haywire and that I was going to get a brief reprise from whatever their plans were. With how Beavis and Butthead were looking at the ceiling where I knew the laser came out to open me up, I could only assume that the laser was not working properly.
Meh, no skin off my back… literally… ha! I must be the only psychopath… sorry, high-functioning psychopath with a sense of humor.
Well, unless you counted that clown. But I was pretty sure that man was not high functioning in the least.
After the two meatheads left me alone and the lights turned off, I started to doze off. I needed my strength for whatever was going to come next.
I had yet to say a word to them, I refused to give them so much as a scream. But that didn't mean that I didn't talk to myself in my head… but this time, I was too tired to have a conversation with myself or let a song get stuck in my brain. I was in a complete state of blissful ignorance until I felt something in the dark slither across my cheek and into my right ear.
If I could have moved, I would have… but as it stood, I could only lay there, helpless. The thing glided out of my ear as soon as it entered and then I couldn't feel it anymore. But it definitely left something in that orifice… I could feel the hard surface of something that felt like an earbud… I froze, not knowing what to do. Was this a new thing that the scientists cooked up? But how and why? They didn't even turn the lights back on….
"Hello Human, my name is L11042, and I can save you," came the disembodied voice from within the earpiece. It sounded like one of those voices that first came out when AIs were becoming popular on Earth. I half expected him to say, 'Turn right, here'.
I scoffed at the voice, not putting much credence into what he said. If he could save me, why didn't he do it a long time ago? Why wait until now?
"You don't believe me," the voice came again, clearly hearing my scoff.
"I don't believe what I don't see," I replied, speaking out loud for the first time in a long time. And then it struck me… the voice was speaking English… how could it be speaking English?
"You have seen me, but I am as much a prisoner as you are," it said again. The more it spoke, the smoother its dialect became.
"So how do you suggest we help each other?" I asked, willing to hear him out. It's not like I was in a rush to go somewhere anyways.
"I will free you, and you will free me," the voice came again, this time, a tinge of creepy came with it.
"I can agree with that, on one condition," I replied, my head starting to whirl at the possibilities.
"And what is that?" he asked, his voice holding a curious note to it.
"Can you fly this ship by yourself or do we need the crew to do it?" I asked a question in return.
"If you free me, I can fly it myself," came the instant reply.
"Good," I said, a smile making its way onto my face. I stretched my neck as much as my position would allow.
"What is your condition?" the voice asked again.
"I'll tell you when you're free," I replied.
Do you know what the difference between a high-functioning psychopath and let's say a serial killer was? The amount of abuse they were put through early on in life. I might be almost 20 years old, but I think this would count… wouldn't you?
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Devilbesideyou666 Hey All! Welcome to my new novel!
Just a heads up, this will feature blood, guts, and gore. A lot of swearing, some s3x with aliens that definitely look like aliens and might evolve into a Reverse Harem. I have no idea.
I will have to wait and see what Bai Mei Xing wants to do. Her future is limitless after all.
Sit back, enjoy the ride because Star's ships were meant to fly!
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Capítulo 2: Flight, Fight or Freeze
As soon as I agreed to the unknown voice in my ear, I could feel the metal cuffs binding me to the bed release, giving me my first bit of freedom in God only knew how long.
"Any idea how long I've been here?" I asked as I gently sat up. A little lightheaded, a lot weak, but so far, so good.
"By the Earth calendar or the Alliance calendar?" came the disjointed voice from my earpiece. It seemed more distracted than before, but I assumed that would be normal if you were planning a prison break all by yourself.
In this case, I was definitely the brawn… I would leave the thinking to the one in control of the electronic locks.
"Since I am not aware of any Alliance that would have their own calendar, let's go with the Earth calendar," I said, gingerly putting first one foot down and then the other. Seeing my legs being able to take a bit of my weight, I slowly shifted myself off the bed into a standing position. Looking down at the hair on my legs I cringed to myself. A spa day was definitely in order… this was worse than the after-winter growth.
"You have been here for 2 years 10 months and 51 days," his voice was still distracted as he gave me that piece of news. My legs shook, threatening to send me to the floor if I didn't put some strength back into them.
"Any idea of the date?" I asked. I might not be able to experience all the emotions a person was supposed to have, but I think that I was well within my right to feel shocked.
"October 18, 2239."
"Huh," I said thoughtfully, looking around for something that I can wear. "Happy Birthday to me I guess." Apparently, I was no longer almost 20…I was officially 22 as of today. I wonder if they have any cake here? "Do you know where I can get some clothes? Of any kind?" I asked, the chill coming up from my feet, caused me to shiver.
"There should be some in the cupboard," the voice said and a small light came on in front of me, lighting up a cupboard that was almost hidden in the wall. "Your mammary glands might be too big though. The scientists could not figure out what they were for. Does everyone on your planet have them?" the voice continued in an almost curious tone.
My eyebrows shot up into my bangs. "Mammary glands?" I asked shocked, double checking that that was what he actually said. Look at me, going through all these emotions in one day. Maybe they were wrong about me being a psychopath.
"You mean my breasts?" I continued, looking down at the aforementioned glands. They were also protesting the cold and lack of clothing just like the rest of me was. "No, only female mammals on my planet have them," I said in a deadpan voice.
"Fascinating," came the voice again as I rushed as fast as my weakened legs could carry me to the cupboard to throw on some clothes. They didn't fit, but beggars couldn't be choosers as far as I was concerned.
"Alright," I said as I made myself as presentable as I could. "Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" I asked, heading to where I knew the door was. It was still pitch black in the room, but since I had been in here for apparently almost 3 years, I would like to think I knew my way around…
"What show?" came the male voice in my ear, clearly confused.
I sighed to myself. I needed to remember that I was dealing with an alien and not a human. "There is no show… it is just a figure of speech to say… 'let's get on with this'."
"Ah," said the voice, his tone that of understanding. "Then… let's get this show on the road," he continued as the door in front of me slid open with a hiss. It was one thing to know that you had been kidnapped by aliens, and it was quite another opening a door and seeing the gleaming silver hallway of what could only be a spaceship.
I looked to my left and then to my right as I quickly stepped out into the hallway. "Which way?" I whispered.
"Right," came a more distant voice. He seemed distracted, maybe even a bit stressed.
"Is everything ok?" I asked as I turned right and started to walk forward. There was no point in even pretending that I was one of the staff aboard. I am pretty sure even the meatheads could tell the difference between a 5'2 human female with pale skin and long black hair and a 6-foot-something lizard.
"Yes, someone is trying to break into the protocols that I have installed," came the voice again, this time back to being more electronic than it had been before.
Clearly distracted.
"Is that going to be a problem?" I asked, continuing straight. Coming up on a four-way intersection, I paused for a second. "Direction?"
"Straight. And no, it won't be a problem… once I am free," he said, this time sounding more human.
"Oh? Why is that?" I asked as I continued straight, making sure that there was nothing in the hallway on either side of me. It didn't seem like this ship was heavily manned, but what did I know? Maybe this was considered a normal crew.
"Why is what?" he answered, sounding confused.
"Why won't it be a problem once you are freed?"
"Because right now, I cannot harm them. Once I am free, I no longer have to obey that rule," the voice coming out of my earpiece right now sounded sinister, like how a movie villain might speak. It might freak some people out to have those words hissed in their ear… but I think I had already established that I was not like most people.
"Well, then, let's get you freed, shall we?" I asked, picking up my pace. Coming to the end of the hall with a tube going up and down I paused. "What now?"
The tube quietly opened, revealing what every sci-fi tv show and movie has shown me to be an elevator of some kind. I stepped in and felt my stomach hit the back of my throat as I was hurtled down. "A little warning next time," I grumbled, trying to get my internal organs back to where they belonged. Who knew if I even had them all after all the experimentations?
"Sorry, they breached the first wall," came the disjointed voice. "We have to hurry!"
"Understood," I said, cracking my knuckles and stretching my neck. I would be prepared for whatever I needed to be once this door opened.
Crouching low, I was jarred when the tube came to a sudden halt and the door slid open. Once again looking left and right I waited for the next direction. "Left."
I sprinted left, still thankful that I had not met up with anything yet. "You won't meet anyone here," said the voice as if reading my mind.
"You can read minds?" I asked as I continued to run as fast as I could down the hallway. I figured he would keep me up to date with where I needed to go next.
"Right," came the sudden command and I quickly turned right. "And no, your brain waves as well as heart rate and breathing increased in what can only be determined as fear. I assumed you were worried about being found. Left."
I veered left. "Huh, too bad my psychologist couldn't have those readings. The fucker said that I was incapable of feeling emotions."
"Fear is not an emotion. It is a chemical change within the body to react to certain situations that could or could not determine the possibility of survival. Left. I can only assume that because you don't have any natural defenses, this chemical is what has kept your species alive as long as it had. Straight."
"Fight, flight or freeze," I huffed, happy that before my capture I liked to keep up with my exercises but after three years of being strapped to a table? Yeah, I couldn't keep this up much longer. "How much further?"
"Freeze!" The voice screamed in my ear and I stopped dead in my tracks, barely breathing. "Sisalik," hissed the voice. I had no idea whatsoever what a Sisalik was, but running into one was definitely low on my list of things to do today.
I crouched down and took a brief glimpse around the corner. There was a lizard standing there, clearly guarding a door. "I'm going to guess that I have to get into that room he is guarding," I whispered, trying to figure out just how I was going to be able to do just that.
"Hide!" Obeying the voice of the person, place, or thing that I did not know, I found a darkened section of the hallways and crouched down as much as I could to hide in the shadows.
I didn't have to wait long before I heard the heavy footsteps of the lizardman walking by me in a quick manner. "I gave him a command from his superior, but this won't keep him away for long. Hurry!" I quickly stood up and bolted down the hall and into the room. The voice probably managed to open the door from his side.
"Okay," I said, looking around the room. "What next?"
"Free me!" the voice replied, somewhere between a hiss, a moan, and a scream.
Looking around the room, I had no idea what I was going to do next.
"Yeah," I said. "And exactly how am I going to do that?"
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Before I am strung up by my heels... I understand that there are not more than 51 days in a month. Right now, the voice's words aren't really registering with her. Give it a few chapters and they will.
However, does anyone want to guess why he said 51 days?
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