Her wide-eyed exhausted fear dimmed ever-so-slightly.
Please...
Ely parted her cracked and dirty lips.
Please speak again.
“It’s not yours,” she said.
His mouth curved into a lopsided smile as he added her words to the rest he now owned.
“Are you so sure about that?”
She briefly glanced around his space again, the anger from before flaring back up. “Yes.”
“Everything I touch is mine. For as long as I want it to be,” he stated.
“No, it’s not. That cell isn’t yours. You’re a dead man and just don’t realize it yet. We all know that you’re different and they want something from you that they don’t want from us. That cell,” she pointed, “belongs to someone else.”
“Who?”
She clamped her lips.
“Who?” he asked again, feeling oddly threatened.
Gunner didn’t want her to stop talking; he hadn’t collected enough of her words. It was hard enough prying information out of her, but if she stopped speaking now, there was a chance she might not speak to him again.
He pointedly looked behind her at Kallan’s sleeping lump.
Ely got his drift when she interceded. “Don’t.”
“I won’t.” Neither of them wanted Kallan to awaken. “I’ll make a deal with you.”
Ely didn’t answer and Gunner wondered what she was thinking. Hell, he wondered how she even got herself stuck in a brig filled with scum. Even he was considered scum. Scum of the Earth. Scum of the universe. Scum of a thousand Cyborgs because he forcibly destroyed the control that often sustained their decisions to be lost deep within himself. He had no time for restraint and because of that, he was a malfunctioning, untrustworthy piece of technology as far as the Earthian government was concerned.
When she continued to stare at him, her eyes lost, her thoughts somewhere else, Gunner kept going.
“Talk to me,” he said, unsure why, but he knew he wanted more from her. “Just talk to me and pass the time. If I’m going to be dragged out and killed at any hour, how can a little conversation hurt?”
The glazed look in her eyes vanished and she focused on him again. “I’m not a woman,” she said unexpectedly. “I have a dick, I like women, I don’t like men. If you’re trying to play some idiotic game with me, let me give you the truth straight up. There’s no game here.” Ely gripped her shirt and let it go. “I’ll talk to you if you answer my questions and... I’ll answer yours. With the truth. But If we’re going to start off then we should get that out between us now because I’ve had enough of Kallan’s shit and,” she narrowed her eyes. “I’d like to make a deal.”
Strike...Damn it.Gunner pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth to stop from bursting out with laughter.
A question for a question. A lie for a lie. His eyes roamed from Ely’s face to slither over her body. She adjusted her crotch in an effort to throw him off.But you adjusted it wrong. It’s to the left or right. There’s no space to go center.
“I never thought you were a woman,” he pseudo lied and looked back at her face. “And you’re not my type. Even pretty boys don’t do it for me.” Gunner shrugged. “I personally like a nice, clean pussy, preferably wet and clenching because it can’t wait to be fed my cock. The kind accompanied by a pretty face and a nice body. Yeah. You know what I mean.” He closed his eyes as if he were picturing it. “Submissive little thing that’ll writhe at my touch and’ll take it any way I give it to her.” He moved so that his back was to the wall and settled in. “Damn. I could go for cunt right now.”
“I know what you mean...” she said, voice strained.
Gunner sniffed the air and came up with nothing but his own scent, damning himself for adding more obstacles to smell through. “When’s the last time you had a woman? A real woman. Not one of those overused sexbots?”
He peered her way but couldn’t spy a blush under the dirt on her cheeks.
“Is this what you really want to talk about? I have terms to my deal.”
“Sure. What’re your terms? Mine’s conversation.”
Gunner stiffened when she did something he hadn’t expected. Ely shifted closer to him and sat on the other side of the bars. He sniffed again. He could just discern light, faded tendrils of her smell and he realized it was that strange, alluring scent he had encountered when he first arrived.
