Alien Abduction - 05

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Ri’xon - Day 3

Lisa stands in front of me. Drinking in the sight with obvious pleasure. She reaches out and strokes my side gently. I glare at her. Damn you. Silently promising myself revenge, I imagine her throat between my jaws again. She will die!

She picks up the cattle prod and my defiance melts. “Please” I whimper. “Please, no more.” I begin to tremble. I can’t take any more.

“I ask questions. You answer. Be detailed. Lying or refusing to answer will result in increasingly harsh punishments.” Laughing, she swings it towards me and I flinch away. I breathe a sigh of relief when she leaves that terrifying cattle prod leaning against the wall.

“This time I’m not going to use the cattle prod. I’m going to use this.” She holds up a knife. It’s long and shiny. Orange sunlight reflects off the serrated blade. Pee runs down my leg. I have no doubt she means it.

“What… what do you want to know?”

“Are there any other aliens in the solar system?”

“No. As far as I know, I’m the first one to visit your system.”

“Why do you and many of the other races listed look so similar to humans?”

“It’s a mystery. The most common theories are that either someone ‘seeded’ intelligent life on many planets using the same base, or parallel evolution.”

“Does your species really only have intercourse for reproduction? And a nearly 100% fertilization rate?”

Flushing at the topic, I mutter. “Yes.”

“Why? How does that work?”

“When a married couple is ready to have a child, they spend the night in Xe’ra. The pleasure of conceiving children fills them, and 16 months later a child is born.”

“What about if the couple is two women or two men?”

Is she confused? “I don’t understand. They can’t be a couple. They can’t conceive children. They can’t have sex. They don't have matching… um. Equipment.” I resist the urge to ask if she knows the difference between a man and a woman. It’s obvious that you can’t have sex without one of each.

She starts walking around me.

“How can I take your technology away from you?”

I can’t tell her, and she will know if I lie. What can I do? What should I do?

Sudden pain, sharp and piercing. A line of fire down my side. She slices me open. Slowly. Deliberately. I whimper. Blood drips through my fur. She comes back into view. Bloody knife in hand. She licks the blade clean without saying anything.

My mind feels like it’s running in circles. I can’t tell her, but I must tell her. She isn’t going to stop. She proved that today. My breath hisses between my teeth as she makes a shallow cut across my trembling belly. The pain is sharp and immediate. She makes another careful slice parallel to the first one. Each cut is slow and precise, but she no longer pauses between them. A new line of agony blossoms along my stomach. Then another. More pain. Impossible to ignore. I can’t hold back my screams any longer. Cut after cut. Dozens of them. Always another cut.

The pain isn’t really any worse than the cattle prod, but after today, I know she is willing to spend hour after hour torturing me. Literally. But, if I tell her, I lose my best chance of escaping. I try to forget that she asked a question. Nothing I said helped earlier. It might not help now. I can endure.

Just as I start to believe I can withstand her torture, I make the mistake of looking up. She is wearing the expression I’ve come to know so well. Amused. Entertained. Content. Does she even care if I answer? I don’t think she does. Evil bitch. She tortured me all day, and she will happily torture me all night. The bitch enjoys hurting me. Anything is better than another day like today.

“YES! I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you everything. Just stop. Please stop.”

Lisa asks questions, and I answer them. Every time I hesitate she caresses the knife, and I answer. How to use every tool I have. How to enter the ship. How to control it. How to make it hers. What she needs to keep me away from. What is safe to use near me. She questions me all night. After each round of questions, she asks additional questions to make sure I’m not trying to mislead her or hide anything from her. The sun is rising by the time she finishes.

She puts two more bowls on the ground. Food and water. I’m allowed to eat and drink. When I finish, I’m lifted back to my feet. Exhaustion and terror war within me. Will she kill me now? I don’t have any secrets left. I can only hope she keeps me alive.