As the steps of the man carrying her slowed, she let out a mental plea that he’d stop whatever the other guy had planned. Who knows what happened to her on that ship, what condition she’ll be in upon delivery? We could have a little fun with her first.”Īlice stiffened. He spoke again in a hushed tone, “Or we could take her to twelve first. I’ll ask.” The resounding thump of the new man’s steps accelerated, then slowed. “I’m not sure,” she heard another gravelly voice answer. Just then, he began to speak, his deep voice vibrating through his chest. Through thick lashes, she could make out the blurry image of…a man? When she finally lifted her lids a fraction, she squinted at whoever or whatever was carrying her. Was there no fresh air in this place either? She’d only flown a handful of times, but the stale scent of crisp, filtered air always stood out to her. She inhaled, taking in the cold, stagnant air. The more she worked the muscles, the easier it became. Blood flowed through her numb limbs, making them tingle. Instead, Alice gently clenched and relaxed every part of her body she could, hoping to appear more or less still. She forced herself to remain still, knowing she couldn’t risk it. The instinct to wiggle her fingers and toes to make sure she wasn’t paralyzed ate at her. The sound of two sets of heavy footsteps echoed around her, and her cheek rested on a hard chest.
Pleading with her thundering heart to quiet, she strained to listen for clues indicating where she was and whom she was with. Luckily, whoever was holding her didn’t seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t say anything.
Her heart rate picked up speed and her breaths became quick and shallow. She tried to open her eyes, but her lids only twitched in response. Alice remembered screaming, throwing the bag of garbage at the creature and running, then…it was all black. Her blood ran cold when she recalled the creature in more detail.
She’d been exhausted after a double shift at Molly’s, an old dive bar in her small college town.Īn image of something large and green rushing her in the alley behind the bar flashed in her mind, and she struggled to hang on to it. The last thing she could remember was taking the garbage out at work. Where she was, how she’d gotten there, and whose fingers were digging into her thighs and ribs. Her head pounded as she tried to recall…anything. Someone very large was indeed carrying her.
She mentally scanned her body, not yet able to move but gaining more awareness with each minute. As it did, panic started to settle in its place. Her eyes were still closed, but the fog of sleep was lifting. Am I being carried? Alice thought dreamily.
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