Page 17 of Riv's Sanctuary

“Riv is what?” she pressed.

“You do not need to know.”

Again, she wanted to wrap her hands around his skinny neck and this time she’d squeeze it till she got some answers.

Thing is, she did need to know. She was the one in a box like some pet being carted off to God-knows-who on a strange planet in God-knows-where.

"I know you don't owe me jack, but the least you could do is tell me.”

“You know, for a pet, you do ask a lot of questions. I expected you to have lesser intelligence.”

This little…

Strangle him!

Geblit glanced at her once more. “Your species seems almost as intelligent as mine is.”

“That’s because I am. Humans aren’t idiots. I don’t know why you aliens think that.”

Geblit made a funny noise in his throat. “You’re human…from a Class Four planet. Usually, beings from such planets are uncivilized, dimwitted animals.”

She figured that’s what they thought. The terrarium they had put her in was proof.

“Well, we aren’t.” She turned to face the front of the hovercar, folding her arms as she did. Talk of Earth only made her think of the life she’d been ripped away from.

Her mother and stepfather who’d probably now accepted that they were never going to see her again. The people at her job, her coworkers…she was sure the bank had quickly replaced her and she was probably just a vague memory there by now.

She thought of her one bedroom apartment that was like an expensive shoebox that she called home. She thought of her grouch of a neighbor on one side who used to complain about the least noise and the deaf old lady who lived on the other side who used to turn her radio up too high…those two never got along and she was always in the middle.

It hadn’t been the greatest of lives but it’d been her life.

Now, her life involved being bought and sold for sex.

“And why would you want an uncivilized dimwitted animal to pleasure you and your wife anyway?” She sliced her gaze to Geblit. It was hard not to think of the mechanics of sharing a bed with him and his wife and the thought alone made her want to puke again. “Who would want a barbarian in their bed?”

She cocked her head at her utterance.

She took it back.

She wouldn’t mind a barbarian in her bed. Or two.

“I heard a rumor.”

That caught her attention and her gaze snapped to Geblit.

“What rumor?”

“That your species, though dim, is pleasurable in the sheets. You were taken for the Tasqals originally. They only have the best sex pets. I thought you would be a good purchase.”

She had no idea who the Tasqals were but the fact that she’d been taken away from her life on Earth on the mere basis that she was stupid but a good fuck made her lip curl in disgust.

“How did you know what I was anyway?”

Most of the aliens that came by her terrarium couldn’t figure out what species she was. From the little she could hear through the transparent shield, they’d made guesses, all incorrect.

“Never mind that,” Geblit replied.

How did she know he was going to reply with something like that?

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