She was home just for the summer and planned to do as much as possible while at her family’s ranch. It had been a long and exhausting day working with the horse she’d had since she was a child. They had enjoyed many pleasant trails and the warmth of the sunny day. Later her family had a barbeque and everyone had come to see her. She was exhausted.

Willa had just gotten out of the shower, drying her dark brown hair with a thick towel. She was dressed for bed, shorts and a tank top. As she sat on her old bed with its flowery quilt she noticed just how much she had changed since going off to college. There were boy band posters, horse posters, and pictures with friends adorning the walls – which were painted a soft lilac color. White vanity and dresser sat at the side of the room. It looked just the same as it always had.

She quietly laughed to herself as she dropped the towel into a hamper, grabbed a thick hoodie and went downstairs. Her family had gone to bed by this point. Willa took a beer from the fridge and went out onto the wrap around porch. She popped open the beverage before sitting on the swing bench. One of her feet touched the cool wood and helped to move her as she sipped.

The sky was clear and filled to the brim with stars. It was easy to forget just how many were out there when she was in the city. Across the way was the neighbor’s corn crop. She could hear the horses whinnying and settling down for the evening. Nothing much had seemed to change with the house and ranch. She was the one who was different.

About to finish her beer she noticed a strange light in the sky. Willa’s eye narrowed as she tried to make out the luminous shape. It seemed to zip here and there – much different from a plane. She stood and leaned against the railing of the porch. The object got bigger and bigger. Willa felt a chill settle in her stomach. Whatever it was, that thing was not natural.

She abandoned the beer and rushed into the house, making sure to lock the door. As if that was going to keep whatever was coming out. It made her feel better though. Taking the stairs two at a time she dove into her room, closed the door as quietly as possible, and slipped into bed. She pulled the covers over her head as the light from the object shone through the window. ‘”I’m dreaming,” she whispered. “I’ve got to be dreaming…”

There was an eerie silence to it all.

Holographic panels with pulsing lights, strangely, organic textured walls and machine claws that peeled away each layer of clothes from the subject inside the stasis chamber. Zero gravity and sterile white panels made up the inside in a completely spherical quarantine unit. The slow rhythmic breathing of the captured female was all that could resonate inside. Gently, the unconscious rise and fall of her exposed chest gave a small, calm before the on-coming storm, of shock once she came to full reanimation.

Long aquatic-like tendrils slipped through seams of the chamber and wrapped around the subject's wrists, ankles and neck. There was a convulsing twitch that came to the female's eyelids as an angular and obtuse object surfaced from the panel above like a solidifying goo and took the form of a starfish. The bizarre biomechanical protrusion enveloped the woman producing a thick black slime, rubbing and spreading itself all over the testee's body. Every orifice, curve and exposed skin, save the head, hands and feet were completely covered. The sounds of the tenticular arms and the sticky substance filled the room intermingling with a more struggled and heavy breathing as the female began to stir into consciousness.

A panel slid before the floating subject as the machine peeled itself away and retreated from whatever place it came just as silently as it had came. The woman was moved by the tendrils before an opening that resembled an open placenta-like corridor as it opened before her.

The intrusion was not only physical, but mental as well.

The long dark hall throbbed with huge veins as if its walls were part of a womb of a living creature. There was a sense of eternity as the corridor stretched into a dark, abysmal infinity.

Slowly, as her eyes opened the black slime began to tighten, constrict and pull into her skin as it took the form of her body. As she awoke, the substance began to harden and mold itself into a suit of some kind with ridges along her joints and spine. Down the long passage two glowing eyes pierced the darkness and stared back into the sterile stasis chamber.

A robotic voice in an unknown and monotone language spoke. "Vara-iet dimm."

Her breath hitched as began to come back to reality. 'Just a dream,' she thought as her eyes fluttered open. No. Not a dream.

A nightmare.

Something on her skin was hardening, it felt a bit like a face mask drying and tightening over her flesh. She looked down at herself as the black substance hugged her curvaceous form and became a strange catsuit. Willa ran her hand over the costume. At first, it was gooey but as it came to its final stage it felt more like a mixture of soft leather and rubber. Despite how tight it was on her skin, it was easy to move in.

Picking herself up off of the floor, she took in the strange living corridor. Something about the movement, perhaps it was the pulsating, made her stomach turn and she vomited. As she looked at her own sick, things came into sharper focus. She realized she was very awake. And very much not at her parent's home.

Shaking, her mouth opened to scream but only a soft squeak escaped as the scream caught in her throat. Willa allowed herself to sink back onto the floor as her body continued to attempt screaming. Tears rolled down her face. The voice caught her by surprise and she stopped the futile attempt at making any sort of sound. She looked toward the sound and found a pair of eyes staring at her. As quickly as she could she backed across the floor and hit the living wall. It disgusted her but she was no longer able to move. Her body was too weak from fear.

There was relief in the form of artificial gravity. Whatever the strange animal had spewed on the floor would stay there. Its reaction was typical of a lower lifeform. Basic decontamination and bio scans would always send its kind into a fit of fright or barbaric outbursts. An alien figure ghosted into the light. Arms crossed behind, he appeared almost human yet unnaturally different.

The familiarity was uncanny, so close to being the same yet so far away from mankind. A tall, slim tower above the woman, paced around the vomit as he neared her body. Skin tight white, peraled uniform underneath a living, flowing and peacoat like suit wrapped around his own frame like a floating wraith. Sharpened ears with strange jewel devices, adorned and also served some kind of unknown purpose.

His head remained motionless, only bright gold irises glared down at the smaller creature. Theirs were a species still in its infancy, stupid as they were inferior. Tendrils resurfaced from the chamber walls and violently pulled and suspended the earth woman before him, while making sure she was below his gaze. Expressionless, he examined her from head to toe, every inch explored with an anylitical coldness. Even while hanging by wrist and ankles, he was still taller.

In a single intrusive motion, his porcelain hand placed a collar of some kind around the woman's neck. Tiny wires slipped painlessly, and penetrated inside her skin and rooted into her voice box. The human squirmed from the sensation but his strength led her through the invasive process.

The male looked down around the chamber as the woman struggled, her clothes torn and strewn carelessly by the operating claws made a mess of the chamber. Hinged on one of the robotic limbs were a pair of panties wedged, that prevented it from retracting. Such a nuisance, the inferior species always causing trouble wherever they were. Yet they were coveted throughout the galaxy, the demand for them as, cattle, ingredients, pets and even their bones as aphrodisiacs, was too great in gain not to put up with their unruly behavior.

The male turned on his heel and retreated into the darkness. She was released and dropped on the spot.

"Come." He demanded.

The person the eyes belonged to came from the dark with such feline grace he could not be human. Of course, this was made fact further by his tall and lanky appearance. He was ethereally beautiful and sickeningly terrifying. His clothes reminded her of something like a fancy space butler. Her mouth dropped open, not sure if it wanted to try screaming again. Her brown eyes found themselves locked onto his gold. Who... no what was he? Her mind raced while it stood still, unable to make the hurdles of understanding. Like a child, she stared at the monster in her closet.

Thick, ropey material wrapped themselves around her arms and legs, unceremoniously hoisting her up. Her joints screamed in distress from the sudden and unkind movement. Finally, her throat allowed sound through and she gasped in pain. She tried to pull against them and free herself. The tentacles merely tightened and pulled harder to keep her still. She found that despite being raised up from the floor she came only to his chest. Even on Earth, she was small, but his height dwarfed her. Made her realize her own inferiority to this being.

He could probably kill her.

She stopped trying to escape.

The collar around her neck was cold and she hissed with dissatisfaction. While it wasn't painful, she could feel the wires penetrating her flesh. Her muscles tightened in an unbidden response to keep the things from invading her. Alas, all for naught. And then she was on the ground again, her legs crumpled beneath her as she was dropped. He wanted her to follow. Willa attempted to stand but only managed to half-raise herself before her butt became friends with the ground. Again. "Where am I?" she asked in a breathy whisper. She shook horribly. Her whole body felt like jelly. "Who are you?"

Why must they try.

Always some sort of weak plea, squabbling and begging to be returned from wence they were sequestered. His black raven hair gently caressed his skin as two massive airlock doors allowed bright light to illuminate the hallway. A clean gesture, a single wave and two- what could be described a centurion androids with spears and shields advanced rapidly and aggressively towards the earthling.

Deathly silent and devoid of emotion, the machines grabbed the woman by the arms and brought her behind the male as he walked. He was indeed thankful to the great beyond, that at least this subject didn't succumb to shock and die of cardiac arrest and leave him with a rotting mess. These humans were too much trouble. Why him? He pondered in silence as he paced. The higher ones knew his disdain for the wretched species and yet he was to learn from it and teach it to perform before an audience.

The living maze-like corridors led them past many aquarium type windows that displayed a collection of species from all corners of the galaxy. Darkness and then light, the never-ending halls cycled between reality and fiction. A living ship full of slaves and trophies for the mighty and most adored in the universe. A market, a dungeon, a zoo.

The male came upon an opening as a doorway spread before him like a stretching sphincter. Like thining skin it allowed him into a cavernous abyss. A few steps inside and an almost life-like artificial sun lit up for miles and miles an edenic garden resembling the best and most awe inspiring vista earth could ever offer.

"This is the Gaia chamber, your new quarter."

Metal like hands grasped her upper arms and hauled her to her feet. Her joints, already battered by the tentacles, screamed in pain again as the tips of her toes dragged along the floor. She would have bruises on her upper arms, these beings gripped her so tightly. She hardly registered her surroundings. Her eyes remained on the back of the strange person... the alien.

What did they want?

Why had they taken her?

Why her?

The alien stepped through the doorway which had opened and the androids followed suit. Once inside they dropped her and her knees hit the ground with a tooth-jarring thud. It looked like Earth. It felt like Earth. Her fingers grazed over the blades of emerald green grass. The sky was bright with a few clouds trekking their way across the great expanse. She crawled forward a bit, not quite believing what it was she saw. If she had woken up here first, Willa would have never suspected anything more than the typical run of the mill kidnapping.

Each move forward told her brain this was truly grass. The crisp, clean air was that of Earth. The dirt which pressed under her nails was actual real dirt. She sat back, brushing her hair from her face. Her new home, he said. She didn't want a new home. She had a perfectly good one before this. "What do you want from me?" Willa looked up at him as fresh tears began to obscure her vision. "Please, take me back home. I don't wanna be here. I just want to go home." She began to sob and curled up into a ball in the grass.

Sniveling creature.

The droid beings sliped back into the living halls and disappeared into darkness. Yet, glowing eyes pierced from within. Metal men, forever there in the shadows, always observing. Liquid burst from its face, but unlike the others, not crimson. It was too soon for it to expire, usually they lasted a few weeks before succumbing to their limit.

"Such frailty," the male waved his hand once more and the new suit dawned on her body receded into tattoo marks of rigid black texture that only covered her elbows, knees and spine. She was left nude except her collar. Just like his ancient predecessors, humans were found bare in a young earth, and so it was part of the natural habitat. Artificially grown trees with fruit were provided for her sustenance. From high on up in the sky a floral slit slowly opened like a giant Arum Lily. It blossomed into an organic opening slightly distorting the thin, sheet like material that projected an endless blue sky.

The paradise was just an illusion.

From the hole high up a multitude of shadows of inhuman shapes and sizes gawked and spoke in tongues unknown at the female.

"Stand."

He commanded, the now 'tamer' of the earthen female intended for her to perform theatrics before the galactic crowd.

Seconds became eternal, the masses quieted their rowdy noise as the woman remained in her quiet sob. Insolent..

"Stand!" The male bore his canine teeth with a scowl. To make his race inpatient was very unwise as she would soon learn. His right knuckles cracked and visible electric arcs jumped like tiny worms between the ends of his fingertips.

She was barely aware of her clothing removing itself. It left her lightly tanned flesh visible. There were patches of white showing the shape of her favorite swimsuit. A breeze blew over her and she shivered. Sitting up in confusion she found that her breasts were bared to the world. She quickly tucked her arms over them and hugged her knees to her chest in order to hide her naked form.

She saw the sky open and she gasped. Brown eyes grew wide as she stared at the strange faces above. Pointing. Sick. This was fucking sick. She couldn't understand them, but she imagined they were like children at the zoo. She lifted one of her hands and shakily gave the gap in the sky the middle finger. It didn't matter if they understood it. She felt better doing it. How dare they look in on her devastation and embarrassment? How day they make fun and enjoyment out of her slavery?

Then the alien bid her stand. She just stared at him. Stand? Naked? Was this some sort of perverted sex thing?

She slowly shook her head and he demanded she stand again. This time he offered the demand with a threat and she bit her lip. Was he really going to hurt her? Meekly she brought herself from the ground as quick as she could. One arm lay over her chest and the other allowed her palm to cover a more private place. "I need my clothes back," she said quietly. But her tone was hot with something like rage perhaps?

Willa slowly approached him and tilted her chin up. "Please. I need something to cover myself. It's... inappropriate." She didn't know how to explain to this alien - that a woman did not show her figure in this way unless it was to someone she cared about or trusted. Would he really understand it? A hot blush had formed over freckled cheeks. In her clothless state, her freckles could be found on other places of her body as well. She tilted her head forward, long brown waves falling over her shoulder and hiding her face. This was so fucking cruel. She wanted to kick him in the balls. Did he have any? Or maybe stab him. Yeah... stabbing might be nice. Whatever it took to get her out of here and back home.

What does an animal need with clothes?

She now stood before him as though they were equals. Begging. His face returned to a stoic expression. The male gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes of golden hue locked on to hers. Silence.

There was much information shared between the two beings in that moment. She, waiting for a response, and He, ready to answer. The contact was subtle, his skin on hers felt as though she was one of his own, so similar and yet.. No, there were no similarities. The female was just a simple lifeform incapable of the simplest commands he'd given. How naive he had been, against his better judgment he failed to realize the incompetence of the earthling. Her exposed nudity didn't even register, from his perspective there was an ocean of a difference in their shared likeness.

Humanoidal bodies were common in the galaxy, hers was nothing special. The Aeli as a race were considered gods among the lesser beings. There was a mental barrier however. No matter how close the puny species resembled his own, they did not merit the same level of respect. There were simple animals that had somehow learned to build mud huts and invent a rudimentary speech. His fingers traced her bare shoulders softly and took their time sliding down to lay upon her waist. He pulled her close and smiled.

A loud crack escaped his lips as he parted them, lightening danced inside his mouth as his palms emanated a shock through her body. He held on to her by her sides as he administered a disciplinary jolt. His eyes said it all, He was a tamer by trade and she just another prize. The crowd cheered in alien jeers and jubilence. They exalted the torture that was and even more the pain to come.

Willa shivered at his cold touch. His fingers trailed down her shoulder and she shuddered to think what he might do. This had to be some sort of weird alien sex party. Disgusting. She was not sure whether she should be afraid or absolutely abhorred to the idea. Mayhaps both? The young woman brought her blushed face up toward him again, a look of grim defiance set in her eyes and mouth. They stared at each other and a brave part of her dared him to do something stupid. To give her an excuse, as if her kidnapping wasn't already enough of one.

Then his lips opened just a touch. She saw the blue-white of electricity there and her eyes widened. The shock came next and her body involuntarily shuddered. Rather than keep her naked form covered, her hands came up to his arms and she leaned against him to hold herself upright. A cry of shock and pain left her throat. She barely noticed the hands on her hips. The way he looked down maliciously at her. All she could feel was hot lightning flowing through her form. It elicited a reaction from every nerve and demanded something from her. When at last the fire in her body succeeded, she leaned heavily against the tall alien's frame.

Panting, she looked up at him and then frowned. She could hear the cheers and jeers of the crowd above. How dare they. Her eyes narrowed.

How fucking dare they.

Before she could register the action, she raised a hand, reached up and slapped him. After the deed was done and she realized what it was she did - he eyes again grew wide. Willa wrestled herself from his grasp and began to run. Where to she did not know. Just away. She had stopped thinking about her naked form. Instead, all thoughts were on escape.

A numb pleasure came to him.

Unexpected and beyond the class of demeanor that one of his species should carry. What was this new sensation that coursed through his being? Ecstasy. The male had to contain the rapture of that awoke to free itself from within. Still facing the direction in which the woman's hand had left him in, the loud outcries of the excited onlookers swarmed into the massive room.

His clan since eons of old, were bounty claimers, trophy hunters and renown tamers. For a race superior such as his, taboo laws prevented him from behaving like the prey he now sought. It was ironic, only in his position could he be allowed certain social 'behaviors' normally beneath the expected standard. Like his father before him, had tamed the wildest beasts from the most dangerous and remote corners of the galaxy, he was now to pacify and dominate a human.

These barbaric races were known for their indomitable prowess and now this female had to prove it. Like a massive coliseum cheering for blood, he was now expected to force the lesser being into submission.

The male Aeli fixed his clothes and began to pace the trail into a sprint. His motion was like an eel flowing through water, his fingers and mouth crackled like snapping arcs electrifying the surrounding air. The garden the earthling was allowed was big, but she could not hide forever.

She ran through the thick trees. Sticks and rocks stabbed at her feet but she hardly noticed. Fear made her body pump adrenaline through her veins. There had to be a way out. Another door or something.

Smack!

What had looked like a continuation of the land was actually a wall. She ran into it face first and fell backward. She rubbed a hand over bruised nose and winced. She couldn't stay. Willa picked herself up and ran alongside the wall, her fingers touching it in case there was a door. It seemed to be forever until she came to the next wall. Still nothing.

Her legs were getting shaky and tired. Lactic acid built up in her muscles and burned. Willa's breath was coming out ragged and she felt she might throw up again. Turning away from the walls she headed back into the forest. As her ancient ancestors had done before, she found a tree and climbed up into the foliage. She hoped the thick green leaves would hide her. At least for a while. Near the top, she clung to the trunk and tried to catch her breath.

How long before he found her? What was he going to do? Slapping him had been a mistake. One she was sure she couldn't apologize for and let bygones be bygones. He would punish her. Use violence against her. He had already proven he could. Willa noticed her feet were torn up and bleeding. She would have trouble walking again. She couldn't run anymore.

This rare and momentous occasion couldn't be passed. To release his primal instincts was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

The Aeli have always been cold, calculating and cruel in their business. There were many trades and careers in their society and now, his was of a beast tamer as those of his clan. A gentle wave and the wraith-like clothes receded into his joints and spine. Even, ground and equal elements made for a better spectacle. Lanky though he was, his kind were bioengineered during gestation to be the most efficient corporeal beings amongst all the humanoid races.

Stark naked, the male's glowing fingernails and toes left a streak of light as he burst into a full on sprint. It was not uncommon for gladiatorial battles to spur up the entertainees from time to time. The bigger the spectacle, the more there was to gain.

Unlike the elder races which had become brittle, and physically weak in the eons of time, there was an ancient adoration for the physical form in his culture. Marbled statues, a vast galactic network that idolised the best of their celestial beauty. An envy throughout the stars and feared by many, the Aeli were regarded as supreme. The male breathed silently, pointed ears twitched with a cunning animalistic subtlety in their search for any sounds of the earthling.

An artificial forest made molecule by molecule to resemble the human's natural habitat. He crouched on all fours into a pantheric crawl, sniffing the air and took in her scent. A pale ghost of an almost flowing form, the Alien reached the artificial wall and traced his fingertips over the smudges of obvious contact and collision. It was then he noticed, warm to the touch, blood soaked by his own feet. It was red… with high oxygen content which only meant-

Breathing.

Ever so softly and purposely hushed, the dotted speckled trail of crimson his senses found told him all he needed to know. The male became enraged as his eyes turned to the trees. Subtle, but an all telling demise, he sprung from the ground and rushed up the trunk into the inner limbs of the single tree. As he climbed, he made no attempt to hide his oncoming rush up the trunk.

Blood dripped into his pale skin, she was there, curled and unbalanced.. bleeding. He appeared before the woman and grasped the soles of her feet tightly. Red life-giving blood was a trait of those few heavenly species who transcended above the rest. But this.. lesser and inferior being possessing such blood.

How insulting.

His eyes only concerned over her wounds as there was now a new and more grave predicament.

Earthers were an elder race.

But how? Such a young species.. it was, unheard of.

Golden orbs only displayed furry and sickness, if the crowd were to witness..

No, they demanded a grand show of submission yet now there could be no more entertainment. He spoke, "must clean." As his hands wiped away her wounded feet.

She did not hear him come up the tree. Just saw him. She closed her eyes and clung desperately to the trunk, prepared to be ripped from it. Instead, large hands wrapped tightly around her feet and she opened her eyes in shock. Looking down at him, he appeared angry. Was he going to hurt her? Throw her from the tree? He began to roughing wipe the blood from her feet, the red staining his hands. He muttered something about clean. Was he worried for her? For the wounds? Maybe she was in some way precious property. The bruises on her arms made her doubt though.

"Ouch! Fuck, that stings. Stop." she attempted to shake his hands off of her but he was clearly stronger. "Please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She was shaking and tired. She just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. Maybe when she woke up she would be back home. This would be just some weird vivid nightmare. Or maybe a cousin had slipped her some high-quality drugs and she was freaking out her family. "Say something," Willa whispered, letting herself balance more on the branch and loosening her grip on the trunk. It was now she noticed the alien was also very very naked. A hot blush formed over her cheeks and she hid her face back against the tree.

This is all a new conundrum, a spect of dust among the stars could possibly be the remnants of an ancient, space faring race. For eons budding species of old lived in the vast oceans of the black heavens till their blood became rich and oxygenated. Crimson was the badge a race earned after conquering the sector from which they rose. No known species that surge from primordial, undeveloped and newly formed savage planets ever carry the elder blood in their veins.

Blasphemy.

The life essence stained the males hands as he pressed on the wounds. Robbed of his hunt and scammed out of any possible notoriety from besting a native animal, the alien now took to the role healer. Gently he clasped the female's ankle and with his right finger tips, traced over her veins as if he could see right through her skin. Intricate, complex and intelligently designed, he cursed their similarity. The pads of his fingers glided as his nails began to emanate a soft glow of white.

Tenderly, calm tingles penetrated the earthling, minuscule dancing worms of light followed each of his fingers, the soles of her feet began to repair before their eyes. The violently ripped skin came to close all of it wounds in the hands of the male. With the same gentleness, the second foot was healed. The woman spoke, and he did not acknowledge, only his eyes came upon hers once more as he gestured both of their clothes back from the ridges of their spines. He stared at her, more so, into her.. very intensely.

Did his superiors know? What does the board of galactic law dictate on this matter? A million questions and none for the hungry and blood thirsty crowd eager to see him carry and brutalize the human into open view. They must not know what she is, and he must bring the exhibit to a close. In the native tongue of his kind, his voice sounded as if twins were speaking simultaneously. Their tones and speech was a true duality. More advanced in anatomy, the voice of the Aeli were as angels speaking to ears mortals.

"Hroct nema aeztu."

A computerized voice broke the news to the eager onlookers awaiting for them both to climb out of the tree. Before loud unruly protests could be heard, the great sky flower closed and blended back into the sky.

There were now secrets kept from him, from high above the corporate ladder. He was at a loss for thought. What was the standard procedure now? Was the human an animal?

Yes.

He questioned the legality of it all and in same instant he led the female down to the base of the tree. He needed answers but for now he must change his treatment of her. The reputation of his clan, could be tarnished from fame to infamy with this creature between his arms. Both hands remained above her body as his proximity kept her pinned to the trunk.

"Speak your name, human."

The sting turned to calming cool. She hugged the trunk as she trembled. It felt, in a way, lovely. With each new sensation, the broken skin closed. She didn't want to look at what he was doing. She'd really had enough. "I want to go home," she whispered to the tree. The tree, of course, did not reply. Too soon the gentle hands on her feet and the calm, cooling sensation was gone. She lifted her dirty face and looked down at him as the comfort of clothing hid her vulnerable areas.

She did not fight as they came down the tree. She didn't understand what he said but she was too tired to care. this day had been too much and she wanted to go to sleep. Her body was far too fatigued to do much else but stand and lean against the rough bark. His towering figure blocked the light from the false sun and she turned tired, tear-swollen eyes up to him. She nibbled her lower lip. What mattered to him her name? She was just a piece of entertainment, wasn't she? Finally, she sighed and replied in a tone relaying defeat, "I am Wilhelmina. Most people just call me Willa. Can we..." She slid down the trunk so she sat, shivering on the ground. "I just want to lay down. Please." She buried her faced against her knees and hugged them close to her chest.

His eyes flowed in a single motion from his unmoving face as the female lowered herself. There was too much talking amongst her kind, and yet with such singular sounding voices lacking the dual tone of a true elder race, it made no sense for it to babble on incessantly. That is all the animal knew how to do, talk demandingly.

The frailty of the creature had taken its toll on its own body. Feeble and weak.

The male's mind was now plagued with so many unspoken questions. Was there a conspiracy or was the need for a more exotic game for the zoo's exhibits that great? Statistical data told him what to expect from a human specimen, their biology, psychology, and even raw behaviors were the same as many infantile species. So why leave such a glaring detail of elder blood from the data he was given? This whole show was against the galactic law. toyed with as though he were of a lowly rank and race. Fingertips and elbows surged with powerful lightning as the males ghosted across the artificial field of grass towards the organic doorway. A burst of air swam through the Eden chamber as he stepped into the dark halls, there was an explosion of light and a scream of rage just as it closed.

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The following day.

Hours passed as he remembered his encounter with his superiors. A massive room of marbled pillars and advanced architecture adorned the theme as he stood behind a pulpit describing his concerns. Their Authority was not to be questioned, it was indeed illegal and he was to remain quiet about it and do as told. this all was a giant corporate business and he was just a gear in the machine. The male's hair flowed in his stasis pod as he tried to recover precious time laying awake. As his hands traced the glass of his pod, he wondered how the human faired after almost a whole day alone in her cage.

Suddenly he was gone. No help offered after the ordeal she had been through. She frowned at the empty space above her and cried. Idiot. Leaving her to fend for herself in a land she did not know. She allowed herself some hours of rest, leaning against the tree and snoozing. When her energy returned she began to wander the forest again but with much less panic. For now, it seemed to be her domain.

Thank goodness she had been invited to hunting with her family. That the sort of shows they had enjoyed were something of survival. She prayed a small thank you to Bear Grills and Steve Irwin as she built a lean-to against some trees. The false sun was beginning to fade as she created a fire to help keep her warm through the night. There was no telling what the aliens had planned for her.

The only thing she could say for certain there was no way she would drink her own piss. The stream she had found was likely to have clean water, considering what she assumed was her own value. She drank freely from the cool water and managed to noodle a fish to cook. She ate of the meat of a being she did not recognize but enjoyed the familiar flavor of smoked fish over flame. She had been in a predicament such as this before though not as dire. Left to her own devices she felt more confident with each hour.

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She had managed to sleep soundly through the night. She had slept beneath her lean-to and the fire's warmth was trapped beneath the sticks and leaves from its close proximity. As the "sun" rose she stretched and found that she had caught a squirrel-like creature in a trap. She mourned its death but was delighted to eat the red meat it offered her. She could live here. Willa's knowledge of nature made sure of that. She wondered if a city girl would have the same luck as she pulled the meat from squirrel haunch with her teeth.

Webbed organic doors split and stretched apart as the tall male stepped through, the biome was an eerie replica of some random place on earth and was more for the eyes of the visitors than for the native beasts that dwelled within. it was meant to look 'close enough' without wasting any necessary resources on accuracy, would the she-animal even know the difference?

His nostrils furrowed, "carry on as normal" a slow and methodical exhale was all he needed to collect his composure. Now then, and exotic beast needs to be taught a few tricks to do on command and the rod of bioluminescent tendrils on his right hand was the tool to be used. Strong grip and an iron handle, the boundaries between master and lowly cur will be drawn. His paces were even and silent, the blades of crash dared not crunch under his feet and the animals not make a sound. There was determination and deliverance in his golden eyes, fury and the ire of his humiliation into his current predicament will be the drive that would break his new toy.

The hunt was on and there was no more patience for the earthling, no more mercy.

It took only a span of a few minutes and in a single viperous strike, his free hand was on the female's neck and the rod was placed on the base of her naval cavity. tendrils like tiny jellyfish stingers injected a serum with robotic spores that spread throughout her nervous system. The hunger for domination flaring in his cold analyzing gaze. It no longer mattered how much of an Aeli the animal resembled, he was now involved in the exotic and underworld taming and all his frustration would be incurred by his prey.

Her naked body was like that of his own yet now it no longer mattered, there had been too much thinking and the disgrace upon his family name would be tarnished if his inclusion were to see the light of day.

His grip tightened on the rod and the woman's pain receptors flared up into an agonizing sting all over her flesh. This cruel device would be what would break her in. The male pressed into the rod and the female contorted into sheer agony as her own skin tore open and she began to bathe in crimson. the screams of her lips deafened the male yet,

and yet...

His eyelids tore open as he stood before the open entrance to the Edenic chamber.

It was all a day-dream, a simple vision. For the first time in a very long while he had felt impulse. The strong impulses of anger and mal intent, a horrible lapse of his reality. The male dropped the rod and walked fourth in searh of the earthling. How could he fault her for his own sins? he had been mislead into thinking he would become an offcial tamer for a legitimate organization. What would a simple animal know of the complexeties of all of this? He could not fault her, just himself. All the raven haired male now wanted was to return the earther back to spite the upper ranks. For a race prided on being evolved beyond emotions, he certainly felt foolish for indulging an impulse of the mind.

How could he make the female understand? To comprehend it was no longer in its natural capacity, the societies and the intricate web of so many unknown things and even how advanced things the galaxy were. When he found her, she was eating some land dwelling critter under a roudementary shelter she had built. The male's eyes narrowed as he witnessed her eat.

"Human." he spoke.

He would attempt a dialouge with the creature, to understand it more and maybe.. even reason with it.