Page 20 of Rebel Fates

I gawk at him. “What is this? Another cell?”

“You’ll have tostayin here for a while,” Zeek says with sadness in his voice.

“What about when I have togo…” He stares at me in confusion, not picking up on my cues. “You know, pee… urinate?”

“Oh!” He taps a button on the wall. A space toilet appears and then disappears with another tap.

“Will you be able to drop me off somewhere so I can find a way back to Earth?”

“We need to get through the next several days before we can do anything.”

“Can’t you just turn around and drop me at the place you found me?”

“It isn’t safe there for a human.” Zeek presses closer, but doesn’t touch me. “Your kind doesn’t have status in the Consortium. No rights.”

“So I’d just get caught and used as a slave again?” I guess.

“Yes.” He looks worried.

Suddenly, the gravity shifts from the floor to the wall behind me. I stagger backward and the floor feels as squishy as a mattress.

I land on the back wall.

Zeek falls forward with me as the stronger than normal gravity pulls him too. His body pins me against the hard surface of the far wall.

My breathing increases with my blood pressure. Having his shirtless chest lining up with my naked body is more than I can stand. Sure, he’s strangely handsome, but the attraction confuses me, since I rarely get so enamored with anyone.

My hands are splayed over his muscular chest. The dusting of light fur over his skin is soft.

I feel his malehood hard against my abdomen. I’m lucky I wasn’t impaled on it, considering how stiff and prominent it is.

His golden eyes dilate. He looks like an animal ready to attack its prey.

I gulp, not sure if I want to be caught. “What’s happening?”

“I’m not sure. The ship's gravity is malfunctioning,” he says, dismissing the odd situation as nothing.

But I can’t budge from the wall and even with his strength, I doubt he can, either.

Gazing into his black and gold eyes, hypnotized. “Is it safe?” I finally ask.

He licks his lips. “Probably not.”

I close my eyes to focus on something other than how my body is reacting to him. I try to ignore what my body is feeling by returning to our conversation. “Can you call a law enforcement officer to pick me up, take me back to Earth?”

He takes a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. “You don’t want thelaw. And neither do we.”

“You’re not good guys?” I’m falling into his strange golden gaze.

“Not really.” His eyes narrow, as if he’s trying to read me. “How did the slavers acquire you?”

“The slavers?” He nods and I frown, thinking it all sounds like such a bad idea how I got there. “I got a job to work on the moon, Earth’s moon.”

His brows angle up in shock. “As a sex slave?”

“No!” I scoff. “I thought I was going to be an engineer, working for humans. I didn’t even know aliens were real.”

“It doesn’t sound like you wanted to be on Earth,” Zeek guesses accurately. “Why would you go back?”

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