Page 27 of Monstrous Rampage
“Is there another medic in the bunch?” I knew the answer already, but if he wanted to lecture me on Greek prefixes, I might as well keep up the illusion that I really was just a pretty face with a rich daddy.
“Sadly, no. Medics are expensive to engineer, so DSC tends not to wander too far into experimental combinations. Especially after a failure.”
I nibbled on more of the breakfast, delaying my answer. My brain raced with possible responses, trying to trace through the best option. I needed to “cooperate” at least on the surface as long as possible, which would give Syko more time to find a way to break out of his cell. He’d been here a year already and hadn’t been able to free himself. As long as I played along with Snyder, he would continue to allow me to have the illusion of some element of control over my situation.
If I refused outright and demanded to see Syko again, he could simply drug me and throw me in wherever he wanted.
But could I jump into another cell and face off against a very dangerous dynos who very well might decide to chop me in halfwith one of those massive pinchers? Or worse, try to fuck me like the BGR++?
I tried to imagine what that might be like. Gripped in one of those powerful pinchers. All those legs around me.
Shuddering, I pushed the plate away, unable to eat another bite. “I don’t know that I can do it. Not if he’s his creature.”
“Ah, yes, very understandable. However, Rekt is not as difficult to manage as the BGR++.”
The image on the view screen switched to a humanoid shape very much like the other dyni I’d met. Though his skin remained a reddish color with black mottling. His eyes were entirely black. The image rotated in a slow three-hundred-sixty shot to show the black dotting down his spine and ringing his waist in a suggestive vee to what I would have classified as an impressive dick. Until I saw—or rather felt—Syko’s. Even soft, the angry-looking red penis was intimidating.
“Rekt will remain in his humanoid form for your visit, and he’ll be briefed on the program. You’ll find him extremely intelligent, articulate, and eager to meet you.”
This was starting to sound like a really bad dating app. Which only made a twinge of guilt stab through me. What would Syko think of me dropping into other cells? Possibly fucking them?
I closed my eyes a moment, trying to sense the flare of indigo that might give me a clue, but my brain hopped around too much to focus. He said he’d get me the squad. But maybe I didn’t even need a full contingent now. Just dealing with him had been a lot. Much more difficult and challenging than I’d expected.
How on Earth did Natalie deal with both Axxol and Kroktl, for instance? That seemed impossible now that I knew Syko. I couldn’t imagine him chatting with this new guy and being chill about him fucking me. Not like Kroktl. Surely.
I wish I could ask you for advice, I thought toward her.I don’t know how to do this.
A feeling of warmth flooded me. As if Natalie had heard or felt me calling her and returned a mental hug. She loved Kroktl. She even loved Axxol. I’d heard her say so.
Love made it possible. As cheesy as that sounded.
Could I love Syko? Likelovelove?
I’d only been with him for a brief time. Maybe an hour or two. I really had no way to measure the passage of time in his cell. But it’d been an eternity, full of ups and downs, terror and laughter, tears and ultimately, pleasure. He’d scared the shit out of me and then tried his best to make a terrible situation more bearable. He’d taken the time to calm and soothe me, when he could have just nutted inside me and been done.
We were mated. While I didn’t fully understand what that meant, I felt different now. Changed. At a biological level.
Not even DSC with all their advanced technology could undo what had happened between us.
So neither would entering another dynos’ cell. Even—especially—if I decided to fuck him. Unless he didn’t give me that choice. Then…
I’d let Syko deal with him once he was free.
Though the thought of trying again with another dynos so soon made my stomach quiver with dread. Maybe I could delay somehow. “If he’s easier to control and can talk to me, does he have to stay in the cell? Like could he come here and sit down and have a conversation with me first?”
“I would prefer not to risk any of this equipment if he does have some loss of control in his excitement, but I do understand the desire not to meet in a holding cell. Tell you what, Miss Price, I’ll make a bargain with you. You put on the teleport bracelet and allow it to be locked for your security, and we’ll move Rekt to a training chamber like the one you saw in the vids yesterday. Though ours isn’t as large, it should be a more natural environment for you to meet. There will more risk thathe’ll shift into his dynos without surrounding tungsten, so we need to be able to remove you quickly in case you’re alarmed by his creature.”
I really didn’t want the bracelet locked on me. I had a feeling it’d do more than transport me in and out in case of danger. “You’ll take the bracelet off after I meet with him?”
Snyder inclined his head. “Of course. It’s merely a safety net in case we need to remove you quickly from a dangerous interaction.”
My lips quirked. I didn’t see why I needed a “safety” device if Rekt was so much more civilized and easier to control. “My clothes stay on this time.”
“As you wish, Miss Price.” He didn’t say anything else, but I could almost hear the “for now” hanging between us.
I wasn’t ovulating yet. Once I did…
I had a feeling Mr. Nice Professor would be long gone.
