Chapter 3 intended for her and held

was far from what left me open-mouthed and heart racing. fear. He was blood red, his skin was very thick and rough, almost like bark, but at the same time flexible enough to cover him completely. He had thick, black hair, short and spiky . He was wearing something black, made of a fabric I couldn't recognize, but which molded perfectly to the outline of his muscles. Do demons also go to the gym? It seems so. The creature was still breathing, a sign that it had only been knocked out, and not dead.

I looked from one side to the other and realized I was in a room, with no windows and only one door. It seemed foolish of me, it was obvious that I wouldn't be able to get through. Still, I ran towards the door and, to my surprise , it opened revealing a room with a kitchen and another door that looked like a bathroom. A house? An apartment? If I died, where did I end up? My version of Hell was very different from everything around me. The big question was precisely Oh, I wasn't in Hell. The Covenant. The Colonizers... The genome program... They didn't expect me to... No! No way. The creature in the room was a monster, not in a million years would they have considered me procreating with it. that. Death would have been much better. I heard sounds, heavy footsteps, and I turned to the bedroom door, shuddering. This is where he kills me. I held my breath as I saw the colossal man appear and I remembered how tight his grip was around my throat. He It opened its mouth and made sounds, but I couldn't identify any of them. Was this monster trying to communicate with me? It was then that I heard a hissing sound, forcing me to cover my ears with both hands and curl up against the pain in my head. - Oh," I whimpered until the sound passed and I took my hands away, looking back to the front and realizing that the creature had also been affected. He took his hands away from his ears at the same moment we looked at each other. Those big, blue eyes The threatening sounds sent a new wave of panic through me. However, before I could scream, a new sound drowned out all the others. A metallic voice echoed from somewhere in our prison, but I couldn't identify where any speakers or cameras were installed. . The only certainty I had was that someone was watching us. - Subject 745 and Subject 746, you are in the Genome of Colony 368, the interplanetary reproduction project. You will be confined in this capsule for a year in order to procreate. If within that period they do not meet their objective, they will be exterminated. - I recognized the language perfectly, but there was also another voice in the background, speaking in incomprehensible words, at least to me. I heard a noise - and turned to the table, watching a compartment rise from it and reveal what looked like two Bluetooth headphone boxes, the small ones that you put on your ear, but I doubted that was all they were. "They're universal translators," replied the metallic voice coming from nowhere. "That way you'll be able to communicate." . - There was a brief silence before our ultimatum. - Your time starts now. - What? - I shouted. - No! Wait a minute! - Desperately, I looked from one side to the other, but I couldn't find the bars or the guards of the prison where I had spent the last few months. - I didn't agree to this! I can't stay here! Help! - Shut up! the mouth, annoying creature! - I was startled when I heard a thick, rough voice, which touched me, causing a series of chills. I turned and saw that large, red being next to the table, holding one of the little boxes, which made me led me to believe that he had placed the translator. I was paralyzed, not knowing whether to run, scream, call the police or the Army. I wanted anyone who was capable of defending me from this. Finally, all I could do was start cry. The panic was so great that it quickly consumed me, leading me to despair, which turned into a river of tears. - Help! I was shaking so much that it was as if I was freezing to death. I just wanted to go back to my cell, my pen and die among humans. Maristela might even think that I didn't deserve the death penalty, but I certainly preferred that to having to be sentenced to live with that big, red thing. scary. What sick, sadistic mind thought we could procreate? What creature thought he was so superior that he thought he could throw me in a cell with that thing and expect me to have sex with him? Like humans did with rats... This time I I am the rat... Realizing this increased my panic. I cried even more, leaning forward and resting my hands on my knees. - Help! Help! It didn't seem to matter how much I screamed, there was definitely no one there willing to help me. Chapter 6 What was that agonizing scream? I could find no tangible comparison with any creature on my planet to match that racket. As if such panic would free us from there. I had placed the communicator, two small metal plates around my throat. It was not an unusual device for me, but since the creature had not done the same, only it could hear me, not the other way around. Screams came from the her mouth in a lamenting tone, the words were incomprehensible to me. However, her drama was only increasing the throbbing in my temples even more. After being knocked out three, four, or who knows how many times, my Body was weak, practically without energy. I was unable to fight someone and possibly even that fragile and squalid female could win me in battle. I imagined that they had captured me to torture me in search of information about my people, but that was much more sick. It was likely that his small, fragile body would not even bear my own. Shut up, or I kill you! In a fetal position. He still trembled and tears were dripping down his face, but he struggled to not emit any sound.- I picked up the communicators intended for her and held them out to her. - Put them near her vocal cords. I held my hand out, waiting for her to take them, but the creature refused to move. I roared at her, urging her on, but the female curled up again, staying in a corner of the room, crying even more. Argh! It would be easier to deal with a corpse than with that well of tears. However, considering what had happened to me when I attacked her, it was very likely that the Colonizers would not let me kill her, at least not for now. No matter what they wanted, I was not willing to be part of that ridiculous experiment. I needed to go home. Back to my people. Chapter 7 I'm going to die. He's going to kill me. The phrases ran tirelessly through my mind as the despair and the urge to cry became even more intense. Curled up on the corner of the wall, with my arms wrapped around my legs, in a foolish attempt to protect myself. I shouldn't be there. I wanted to go back to my prison, to serve the sentence that the humans had given me, and not be subjected to some crazy alien wish. The