***AUTHORS NOTE***

This chapter will contain scenes that may disturb some readers and may be viewed as torture to some.

Also would like to add that Exams are around the corner so I will be drastically slowing down posts possibly to once a week. Sorry for the inconvenience.

***END AUTHORS NOTE***

When I came to, it was like I had simply blinked my eyes. One moment that asshole was slamming a night night cocktail into my leg and the next I was strapped naked to a metal table with my limbs spread out.

Panic forced me to yank at my restraints until I hurt, but the metal cuffs were welded into the table. I was going nowhere. Against my will, I started crying. I just seemed to break down and I couldn't stop it. Every moment that I forced myself to keep my head firmly on my shoulders instead of letting out my anguish just poured out of me then. I cried because I wanted to go home. I wanted my bed. I wanted the guys back at the dojo. I wanted my mom's house to still be there with Sosha. I wanted to be blissfully ignorant of alien life forms. I just wanted these last 24 hours to have never happened!

But that wasn't happening. I was vulnerabley exposed here on a table in a white room so bright that it hurt my head. I still had Xai'an's DNA inside me doing god knows what to my DNA make up apparently! That bastard had said it was safe for me too! Xai'an was still out there somewhere wanting to turn me into a wife. Though, now that I was in the middle of god knows where with no doubt a small army surrounding me, he'd have to think of himself and leave me behind.

I wanted to blame Xai'an for this situation, but I just fucking couldn't. No matter how hard I tried to be angry at him. Hate him. I just couldn't. He wouldn't have known the government was going to get their hands on me when he gave me his blood to heal me. No. This wasn't his fault. This wasn't even my fault, damn it! It was just shit luck and I always drew the short stick.

Something hissed beside me, making me jump up. A woman came through a vacuum sealed door with her nose in a tablet. She had dark hair pulled back into a slick ponytail that bounced around her shoulders. Her olive skin was a natural tan, not a box or spray and she looked to be a few years older than me. When she looked down at me, her eyes widened.

"Miss Reyes! I didn't expect you to be awake!" She had a deep voice that made me wonder if she smoked.

"Let me go! Please!" It was the first thing out of my mouth and I hated how scared it sounded. How weak.

"That's not my call unfortunately, but you will know that as soon as we get all the testing we need from you, you will be released." She was quick to avert her eyes back down to the tablet in her hands as she turned to walk out of my view. The table I was on had a thin sheet protuding up located over my head. What it's function was for I didn't know.

"Why am I naked? Can I at least get something to cover me?" I heard her moving behind me but I still couldn't see her.

"I'm not supposed to, but my lord, they can fire me for this." She said as she shuffled around until I saw her on my right. She bent down to open a cabinet and pulled out a thin white sheet. It looked like the scratchy ones you'd get at the hospital, but I wasn't going to refuse it.

"Thank you." I said when she tossed it over my torso.

I think she smiled at me, but I couldn’t tell behind the surgical mask she wore. I hadn’t even noticed it before. "I'll have to move it to do a few tests, but I don't see why you can't have it."

"What tests?" I pushed. She was being kind to me so far. I knew that kindness could go a long way when it came to making unpleasant situations easier.

"We need a few more blood samples, saliva swabs, and eventually we'll need a marrow sample." She was back to her tablet. "We already performed the vaginal swab while you were under and I had hoped to get the marrow done as well. The machine is giving us difficulty right now."

Vaginal? "You guys molested me in my sleep?" I couldn't keep the horror off my face.

"Oh, honey, it was nothing more than a pap-" The door opening up cut off her words. A man dressed in military black came in looking only at the good doctor. His dark skin almost glistened in the light and I bit my tongue to tell him to go wash his face.

"Gordon has the machine prepped for marrow. He wants her in there now." The aggression in his voice told me he was expecting a fight from the woman.

"Now? I haven't even finished collecting the other samples-" She scoffed.

"Do them at the same time then!" He snapped. Clearly there was no love lost between these two.

"Killon isn't due back for another few hours! He wanted to-" She started to argue back, but the man wasn't having it. I really didn't like this man.

"Killon went MIA so Gordon is now leading your team. Stop wasting time and get her to the fucking examination room!" The man took a menacing step forward as if to grab her. It brought him close enough for me to see that his eyes were a tad red.

"Back off, Smith! I have to prepare another sedative for her anyway or did your peanut brain miss the fact that she's conscious?" She thrust a finger at him to stop him. Hurrah to another woman out there that didn't sheepishly back down to an overly aggressive man.

Dark cherry eyes turned to me and he frowned before looking back up to the doctor. "Gordon wants her in there now, Marion. I can take her or you can." To make his point, he raised his hand to his hip on what I assumed was a gun because I couldn't see clearly.

"You're such a fucking pig, Smith!" She snarled. Something slammed onto the table above my head making me jump.

Then we were moving. The whole table rolled toward the door and passed Smith. I didn't miss the way those eyes glared at me. What the hell did I do to deserve that look? His footsteps echoed behind the doctor as she pushed us down a bland hallway that smelled of cleaning chemicals. It was like a hospital with no staff, no patients or character. There was nothing on the walls that could tell me where we were. It was as if they simply found a vacant building and started using it.

We hit an elevator and I listened to Marion and Smith hiss to each other behind me. It gave me a bad feeling. They were deliberately trying to talk quiet enough so I couldn't overhear the words which told me they were arguing about me. Fuuuck.

The doors opened and I was pushed through with barely enough room for us all to fit. Being scared puts me in a strange mood sometimes. "Like bugs in a rug."

"What?" Smith was less than amused, but Marion giggled.

"She's being sarcastic about the lack of space in here. Gosh, Smith. Are you even human?" She rolled brown eyes.

Smith narrowed his eyes at her before turning a half grin to me. "If I weren't I know I'd interest her at least. Huh, alien fucker?"

Any humor I had left me then. I had a moment of pure shock but I remembered that Marion mentioned they had done a vaginal swab on me. Even though I had showered it had been less than 24 hours(I could only assume without a clock at my disposal and Marion's shock at my waking) since Xai'an and I had sex. They'd easily be able to pull a sperm sample from me. Big FUCK!

"Not so funny now, are you?" Smith smirked.

"Really Smith? Leave her alone. We don't understand the circumstances of what happened. She could have been raped for all we know." At least Marion was trying to save my virtue. Not that she needed to. I most definitely hadn't been raped.

Just as the doors opened, Smith leaned in close enough to my face so I could smell his breath. I grimaced and groaned at the cigarettes that came out like dragon fire. "Yeah, I don't believe that. She wouldn't lie to protect the big ugly fucker if she were raped. Naw...I'm betting this little whore bent over for it willingly. What I want to know is how'd you ever let that thing inside you? Disgusting. You're lower than a two bit hooker because at least they choose their own species."

I never said I was the smartest person in the world. Especially when I was pissed off. Which is entirely why I headbutted him hard enough to bust his nose open. The impact hurt like hell because nobody ever wins with a headbutt, but I was laughing as Smith fell back, clutching his gushing nose.

Marion screamed, "Oh my god!" Her hands to her mouth as she looked between me and Smith. Nervously, she started to wheel me out as fast as she could before the man could get to his feet and probably hurt me more than I hurt myself. "I hope that was worth it!"

I heard a sound behind us like wet rubber on metal followed by a thud and a loud explicitive. I laughed again even though I was forming one hell of a headache. "Oh, it was so worth it!"

Marion leaned in close enough for me to smell her perfume. "To be honest, I've been wanting to do that for weeks!" There was amusement in her voice now.

She wheeled me into a large room that had a bunch of very intimidating equipment. Computers were everywhere in the room but a few men sat at a desk where I assumed they would be able to read important charts and shit. There's a reason I wasn't a scientist or a doctor.

"Place her under the extractor, Marion. Wherever is Smith?" One of the men asked. He, like Marion, wore a surgical mask to cover his face so I couldn't be 100% of his age. Though gaging by his voice I'd wager somewhere in his forties.

"Yeah, Smith is having a bit of a nose bleed problem." I started giggling and I couldn't stop. For some reason I couldn't stop imagining the man slipping in his own blood and face planting on the elevator floor. It was hysterical to me. The fact I was laughing may have been a sign I was close to losing my marbles, but I'd take laughter over sobbing anyday.

"What is she doing awake?" The man asked.

Marion's back faced me as she planted her hands on her hips. "Your guard dog threatened to shoot me if I didn't bring her up. She woke up on her own and I couldn't prepare another sedative."

"Fucking hell...well...prep her for the extraction. We can at least numb the surface level." He sighed.

"I don't think so, Gordon. There's no way I'm putting that needle in her without putting her under!"

My eyes went wide. For her to want to put me under over a needle, that meant it must be a big fucking needle. When I searched for what they could be talking about it didn't take long. I was almost directly under it. The machine was circular in build and the needle attached to the arm of it was at least 6 inches and almost as thick as a fucking pencil. I felt like a fucking idiot because until then, I didn't understand what they meant by 'marrow sample'. They wanted to stick that into my fucking bones!

"Oh, hell no! You can't stick that in me!" I started fighting the cuffs again. This time I didn't stop even when they hurt. Panic had completely taken over now. "Help! HELP!"

"Shut her up! We don't have time for this!" Gordon snapped at Marion.

"Then let me prepare a sedative! I will not allow her to take that without it! We are not monsters, Gordon!" Marion hissed.

Gordon stomped over to her, rage making those eyes dark as pits, and grabbed Marion by the arm. He jerked her toward the door and literally tossed her out. He locked the door just as she started banging to be let back in. My heartbeat skyrocketed then. My only ally in this place was just tossed out! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Gordon went back to the group of men, speaking softly to them. Tears poured out of my eyes as I watched them part to walk toward me, one holding a needle. I whimpered like a fucking child. I couldn't help it. "Please don't! Don't do this! Please don't-"

But they weren't listening to me. Gordon held my head down so I couldn't move when the other man, who was much younger due to the lack of lines around his green eyes, stuck the needle in my neck.

I opened my mouth to cry out but I was having trouble working it. What the hell did they just give me?

As if reading my mind Gordon spoke up, "Paralyzing agent. We can't have you twitching under the needle because you'll end up damaging yourself and the sample will be useless if not done right. We won't want to do this particular test again. Unfortunately, this won't help much with the discomfort. We'll do what we can but we don't have the time to properly sedate you. That takes time to get the right mixture. Time we don't have."

No, no, no, no, no, no! This couldn't be happening! Stuff like this didn't really happen in real life! It just didn't!

Already, I was losing functionality of my body. I couldn't even move my toes anymore! By the time Gordon rolled me under the machine, I couldn't even swallow my own spit so it pooled out of the corner of my mouth and onto the table.

I felt the cloth be ripped away and hands pressed into my thighs with an ice cold wetness. Alcohol hit my nose soon after. Then they moved up to my arms to repeat the process. All I could do was cry and drool on myself as they prepped me.

No matter how hard I screamed at myself to fight the drugs in my system, nothing worked. I had never felt so helpless in my life and I hated them for it. I fucking hated them.

I swore to myself then, that if I ever got the chance, I would kill them for this. The rage in my heart at what they were about to do to me, what they already have done to me, echoed out like a war cry.

"Let's get started." Gordon said a little further away. I hadn’t even seen him move.

I did hear the machine move, but since my head was pushed to the side, I couldn't see it which made my anxiety skyrocket. Some people didn't like to watch the needle go in. I did. I preferred it because there were no surprises of when to expect pain.

I didn't have to wait long to feel the first prick of discomfort. On my right thigh. The pain was immediate, sharp and hot, yet I couldn't scream. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life and I thought I was going to pass out from it. Then I heard Gordon say, "Ready to enter the marrow. Proceed."

Inside I was screaming to the point of madness. If I had thought I had hurt before, then I had been only amusing myself. Because this sent pain all throughout my body. Like I was being ripped in half by a scalding hot poker.

Tears poured down my face onto the table, making a cocktail of fluids and I for some reason thought of Xai'an then. I fantasized about that big body of his, busting in here and saving me. And after slaughtering every fucking one of them, pulling me away from here and taking me home. To safety. Oh, how beautiful he was in my fantasy...

"Okay. Sample one of four is finished. Let's get started on the rest. I'd like to go home before the wife wakes up." I heard Gordon say.

With every fiber of my evil being, I hoped to get the chance to kill this mother fucker with my own hands. I would do it and feel no fucking remorse. And if that made me a monster, well so be it, I apparently attracted them anyway.