Page 6 of Abalim

As the cold liquid covered her mouth and nose, she squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she was back in her comfy home office, plotting her next SciFi romance and dreaming she was writing about her own studly alien mate.

Well… soaring space dung.

Lisa’s eyes fluttered open, her senses jolted into sharp awareness. She tried to put an arm up to block the blinding, harsh, sterile light. Instead, she found herself lying on a hard table, tightly bound and unable to move. Panic surged. She had no idea where she was. Her heart pounded, muffling all sounds.

The room was alien, both in its physicality and its atmosphere. Cold metal surfaces surrounded her, adorned with unfathomable machinery, emitting eerie, pulsating hums. The air tasted metallic and clinical, suffused with a moist chill that sent shivers racing along her spine.

As she struggled against her restraints, she only thought of escaping. What happened? Why was she…

Oh shit. That’s right. That bitch Aja gave her to one of those disgusting Gray aliens. Who knew the creepy beings were real? Dread coiled in her stomach, tightening with each passing second.

One of them came into her line of vision. She couldn’t tell it was the same one from theStarChanceor a different one.

Out of the slit of its thin mouth came a warbling, birdlike sound.

And not the cute kind either. Its freaking whistling noise made her skin crawl. And why in the world didn’t her universal translator work? The Zerins who ran the alien exchange program promised once they installed it, she’d be able to understand thousands of languages spoken in the galaxy.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another Gray approaching at her other side.

This one twittered back to the other as if they were arguing. Their large black eyes widened as their spindly fingers flapped in the air over her bound chest.

But the thing that caught her attention was the thin, needle-like doohickey aimed at her exposed left breast. The weight of vulnerability settled over her like a suffocating blanket. Sheer helplessness made her mouth dry. Her imagination scrambled at the scenarios of what these extraterrestrial asshats were going to do to her. Every ounce of her screamed to flee. But the more she struggled, the more futile her attempts became, which, of course, compounded her terror. She was at their mercy, a pawn in some unfathomable game. Drawing in a shaky breath, she hyperventilated.

Before the needle touched her skin, a sound like a balloon popping made her jerk.

The slimy alien who stood next to her disintegrated in a flaky cloud of ash.

With a high-pitched, bloodcurdling squeal, the asshat with the needle threw it at something through the cloud.

It was hard to see what it was aiming at, but it gave a metallic ping as it hit the side of the steel wall before tumbling to the ground.

Another suffocating pop, and the other gray creature exploded in a poof of ash as well.

Lisa’s heart thudded against her ribs as a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She tried to see what made those maniacs disappear, but the straps holding her down wouldn’t budge. Eyes wide, she strained to find out what was going on.

What came into view ramped up the whole surreal experience to a new level.

Standing next to her table was a bald, robotic, gorgeous Barbie doll on steroids. A bright-green sex toy that had to give any man a massive-boner. With a waist so tiny it was a wonder it held up those three humongous boobs with their deep-red areolae. Like a neon-bright doll in Christmas colors. Rounded hips tapered down to shapely legs that didn’t quit. Dainty feet were strapped into a serious pair of “fuck-me” stilettos, high enough to give any normal human a nosebleed. The only clothing it wore was a diaphanous wraparound skirt that left little to the imagination. It exposed a human-like vagina complete with plump lips that surrounded the tip of a hot-red clitoris peeking out between the folds of shiny emerald.

The metallic eyes of the robot were lifeless and void of any emotion. Their silver irises lit up and scanned Lisa from head to toe. When the light blinked off, the straps holding her down disappeared.

“You will follow me.” The robot’s mechanized tone had a slight, sexy lisp. It flicked one of its wrists in her direction and the collar around her neck warmed. “If you do not, you will endure thenuteshsnare’s capabilities.” The droid turned to leave the room as if it didn’t have any doubts Lisa would meekly follow.

The memory of the collar lifting her up in the air and putting her in that stasis pod left no doubt the stupid thing was powerful. No telling what else it could do. Whenever she wrote her heroines into a trap, she made sure the woman wasn’t stupid enough to rebel until she got enough information to figure out what was going on.

At least the creepy little Grays got what they deserved.

She slid off the table and crossed her arms over her naked chest. “I don’t suppose you have any clothes I can put on, do you?” Doubtful. The damn droid wasn’t wearing much of anything.

The neon-green robot woman turned its head to look at her. The silver eyes gave her a brief scan before tilting its head to the side. With a negligent wave of its digitized fingers, it indicated a pile of clothes laying on the floor next to the table.

“If that is what you are seeking, utilize it.” It turned and with a slight wiggle of its hips, the robot took short steps out of the open doorway. “Do be hasty. Any delay will not be tolerated.”

Lisa didn’t need to be told twice. In record time, she pulled on the clothes she’d worn when she thought she was going to meet the alien mate of her dreams. Thank God the clothes the Zerins gave her had built-in underwear and slip-on shoes that were easy to don, even at a run.

She may not like where she ended up, but any place was better than staying here. Going through an alien autopsy was never part of her bucket list.

Turned out the neon-green android Lisa dubbed as “Kermit” took her to a place as boring as hell. It was a single-room prison cell no bigger than her bedroom back home. Complete with three narrow cots along the side and a small bowl in the corner, that she could only guess was some kind of toilet.

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