Page 1 of Riv's Sanctuary

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What’s worse than taking a wee with humans watching?

Taking a wee with aliens watching.

Lauren cast a bored glance toward the transparent shield that served as her outer wall.

Sure enough, there was an alien there watching her.

This one was quite round, she noted. A bit like she’d imagine a cow would look walking upright on two legs—minus the sensitive areas underneath. The alien had long, pointed rabbit-like ears, no tail, and a soft brown fuzz covered its entire body.

Such a sight should alarm her, seeing something so absolutely strange standing there. A strange being sucking on a thick green pouch as it watched her relieve herself…

See, she might have been alarmed, say, several months ago, but today? Today was just another day.

Removing the pee pipe from over her genitals, Lauren cast the alien another glance.

It was still watching her.

Perv.

With a sigh and a roll of her shoulders, she set the pee pipe into its slot in the wall.

A soft hiss told her the trowel-like receptacle at the top of the pipe was cleaning itself of her urine.

There was the sound of a tap on the transparent shield and Lauren stiffened, her eyes closing for a second.

When the tap came again, she cast her eyes toward the shield, her eyes cold.

Apparently, the alien on the other side didn’t understand a death glare because it only continued sucking on its green juice.

Lauren shrugged.

Death glares never seemed to work anyway.

She’d yet to see her glares have any effect on the beings that stopped by her terrarium.

Death glares did nothing to deter curious aliens who saw her as nothing but an animal—and she’d had a lot of time to test that theory…a whole year’s worth of time.

She’d stopped glaring at them after the first month.

At least, she thought that was how long it’d been. Keeping track of time without a proper calendar was tricky.

She’d been using the far right wall as a record of how many days since she’d been abducted from Earth and after she’d passed three hundred days, she’d stopped recording.

It had been starting to depress her.

So the tap on the transparent shield, she was used to. The curious eyes as she used her alien tube toilet, she was used to.

Try pushing out a dookie with several alien eyes on your tush.

Yeah. Don’t worry. You get used to doing it with an audience after the first hundred times or so.

The tap came again and she turned and faced the plump alien fully. The alien paused suddenly before it let its hand—hoof?—fall and it began sucking on its juice again.

It wanted her attention. Needy much?

Why was it here so early in the morning?

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