Page 6 of Diamond
My mind is blank, and all my former memories are fragmented, though something tells me Bibi is the cause of all this.
A wet squeal brings me back to reality. I look up to see one of the shapeless creatures in a pile on the ground, while another runs toward my chamber, its three limbs making an awkward gait and its body jiggling sickeningly.
A tall, silvery creature follows behind, walking with long, graceful strides as it catches up to the scurrying slime and stabs a long spear through it. Pink and gray splatter against the glass cover of the chamber, and I flinch, but remain as still as possible, hoping I'll be mistaken dead and left alone.
Unfortunately, I have no such luck. My savior approaches the chamber, looming over me with a strange expression. Its yellow eyes dart over me for a long moment before it turns and walks away.
He's beautiful, too angular to be human, with a shimmer to his silvery skin, and long, flowing green hair framing his features. Alluring, yet still very alien.
A chill runs through me, and I instinctively cradle myself, rubbing my palms vigorously over my goosebump-covered forearm. It's then I realize that my arms are bare. I look down at myself, and a startled yelp escapes my lips when I discover that I'm stark naked, save for a thin band around my waist that I almost didn't notice.
"Why am I naked? W-where are my clothes?"
I try to cover my breasts with one hand, accomplishing almost nothing given their size, and move the other to the juncture of my thighs. They do a terrible job of covering me up until something begins to creep up my stomach. I look down and watch the band expand into a black jumpsuit, stretching up my neck and covering my fingers and my feet.
Looking down, I see my nipples beaded and clearly outlined by the shiny latex material, and I cross my arms over myself again, thinking how this is barely better than being naked. Then I remind myself that modesty is the least of my worries right now. I'm still rattled, feeling like my brain isn't working correctly.
I hear steps approach—odd crunching sounds that don't align with anything human. My rescuer's face comes into view again, green hair falling forward as he bends over to press something on my cage.
He's opening it, I realize. As much as I want out, the idea of being unshielded from him makes my heart skip a beat. The glass slides away, and I finally get a clear look around me now that there's no pink blocking my vision.
His eyes pierce into mine, their yellow color too overwhelming to look at. I look away and wait for the cage to open, glancing around me.
It's a scene of carnage—gray blood and pools of dead aliens everywhere.
"We need to leave," the alien male urges.
Another pain shoots through my throat, and once again I can't seem to get any words out.
He grabs my arm, pulling me out of my dazed panic. "Don't touch me," I hiss.
His grip tightens instead of releasing, and he pulls me out of the cage, carrying me past the gore before placing me on the ground and dragging me along. I bite my tongue, suppressing the caustic words threatening to spill out until he finally lets go of me.
Then I remind myself that he just saved me, not to mention ensured I didn't touch any of the terrible ooze or alien blood.
A glimpse of green and purple sky through the dense tree canopy only disorients me further. Alien sky, plants… people.
None of it makes sense. None of it does. Fear is clouding my mind, and I work through all my usual mental exercises to push it back down so I can function. They work, just barely.
I glance back at one of the pink and gray blobs. It has completely melted into a puddle, dead and powerless, making me want to spit at it. Taking me to auction? A slaver deserves such an end.
I look up at the other strange alien who towers above me. I'm relieved when he lets go of me and returns to the silver container I was just in. It no longer looks like a cage, but more like something from a sci-fi movie.
My eyes go back to the gray puddle, my mind still spinning.
"Are you injured?" my savior asks from behind me. I whip around quickly and almost lose my footing. He grabs my arm to hold me upright, his eyes not leaving mine.
It discomforts me greatly. So, I look down to compose myself, only to find my nipples hardened and pressing through the jumpsuit, the ample flesh jiggling. My eyes widen, but I gather myself, standing up straight and pulling my arm away from his grasp.
I'm warm, especially between my legs, and a flush of embarrassment and shame rushes over me.
I straighten my shoulders and look at his face, my gaze getting caught by his long, elven-like ears. They're shaped like two long knives, sticking up and behind him.
Is he an elf? It seems like nothing is impossible here. I understood both him and the slime creature when they spoke to me, despite knowing they weren't speaking Farsi or even the same language as each other.
I realize I'm being rude and clear my throat. "Thank you for rescuing me. I don't know how I got here," I say, still dazed as the words leave my lips.
The burn in my throat has passed. My guess is that it has something to do with speaking and everything to do with those slimes.