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I can’t help the smile threatening to twitch my lips even as my stomach flips for a moment. Perhaps she’s not nearly as simple as I thought. “My little cow is smart then.”

“Of course I am,” she snorts, her tone bordering on disrespectful, but not quite crossing the line. “Do you think all Earthlings are stupid?”

“Nothing of the sort, my pet. But most Earthlings we procured weren’t into things like computers. For them, it seemed far easier to assimilate to our way of life. At least easier than it seems for you. I’m not sure what I can say or do to assist. I have nothing to occupy your mind. But I will think on this. Surely Vrokjan will have a solution.”

She snarls at me. Just a soft, near silent baring of her lips, but I see and hear it all the same. “I’m not some animal in need of enrichment. I’ll figure something out on my own.”

Grabbing the lead, I haul her to me, putting my face close to hers. “I would hate to send you out into the fields with a blazing backside, but continue to push me, and I will. I detest the idea of punishing you, but if you continue to back me into a corner, I will lash out.”

She jerks back, but barely budges. The grip I have on the lead does not allow her to move much at all. “You should have considered this before you started kidnapping humans to keep them as your little science project. We have thoughts, feelings, and a mind of our own. Great sex helps keep the need to rebel at bay, but only for so long.”

“Ahh. So this is your way of telling me you need to be fucked hard before being turned out into the field. I hear you, heifer.”

“No,” she screams. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

Before I allow her to cause a further ruckus, I whirl her about and plant her face into the bed. I watch her back, knowing just how long I can hold her there before she runs completely out of air. After about ten seconds, I bring her back up.

She sputters and drags in gulp after gulp of air but seems a bit calmer. “Listen to me. I have told you that I’ll be indulgent with you. Make a stir like that again where others can hear, and I cannot be held responsible for their or my actions. I hear you, little cow. There’s just nothing I can do about it.”

“Can’t,” she spits out, her voice a low hiss. “Or won’t.”

With a sigh, I sit down on the bed and haul her over my lap. At first, she thrashes about, trying to dislodge herself, but the hooves keep her from gaining any ground. I let her fight me. It will only tire her out in the end.

Once she finally slumps over, her body heaving as she takes in her breaths in deep gulps, I run my fingers down her spine in as soothing of a manner as I can.

“Can’t, sweet girl. I really wish things were different. But if we give you leeway, we’ll have to give the others the same.”

“And would that really be so bad?”

“Chaos is never a good thing. If we allow the cows to do what they want, we can’t keep control over them.”

“So I’m just a cog in your machine. Just another nameless face with tits and arse?”

With a soft sigh, I drape my body over hers. “Never to me, my dear one. Never to me.”

There’s a vibration under her skin, a quiver of tamped down fury, but she keeps it well within herself. If only she can understand that I truly wish for what’s best. Unfortunately, there is no recourse, there is no meeting in the middle.

She will either submit or suffer the consequences.

Chapter 21

Fiona

Two Earth Weeks Later

I sit there in Antroli’s room, staring down at the paper in front of me. Over these last couple of weeks, it’s been hard to sneak in times to look at it and learn the written language of these people. If only I had my hands available to me out in the fields.

It would be so much easier to write and learn if I could continue to draw it out, even if it was just with my fingers in the dirt. Unfortunately, no amount of begging seems to do anything but get me plugged and stuffed with his fingers. Not that it’s a horrible response for me being sassy, but after a while, it does get a little old.

Squinting down at the paper, I compare it to the keyboard and frown. Each letter and symbol have so many variations that it’s difficult to remember it all, much less put them into words I can understand. Other languages haven’t been so difficult.

Perhaps it’s because I have so many of them flying about in my head that it’s even harder to keep this one straight. Or maybe it’s also because nothing about these ‘letters’ seems natural. Alien in all ways. Shaking my head, I look out into the field, watching for any sign of my Owner.

Though it’s only been two weeks, it feels like I’ve been here an eternity. We’ve found our rhythm somehow. It works for us even if it doesn’t completely work for me. Furrowing my brows, I swipe my fingers across the screen, pulling up the alien mainframe.

So much about their system makes sense but doesn’t at the same time. It’s as if I know how to manipulate it, but then find myself wrong. Thankfully, I haven’t seemed to trip off any alarms or things like that. Each time I fool around in their programs, I half expect it.

It’s so bizarre to me that they’re so advanced, and yet have nothing in place to keep people out. I know Master Antroli explained it to me, but it doesn’t mean it makes sense. On Earth, my job as a hacker was perilous. Just one wrong keystroke, and I was done for.

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