“Unhand him. He’s my property.”
I don’t understand the words the other one says. All I can do is latch onto the person drawing near. Next thing I know, he must have let go because nothing else is holding me up or keeping me from toppling over.
Soon, loud, thunderous footsteps race over to me, and multiple large hands grab me as I pitch forward. The instant thegag is out of my mouth, I empty the rest of my stomach into the weird hay. My abdomen clenches as dry heaves wrack my body.
“What’s wrong with him?” That soft yet determined voice pierces the agony rippling through me, soothing me, even if it’s for a scant moment.
Turning my head, I look over to see who could make such a beautiful sound only to stop short. Dark blue eyes peer down at me. Her blue lips quirk down into a ferocious frown as she tugs two women behind her.
One, I haven’t seen before. The other is the one I fucked before going into this nightmare. What the hell is happening? Without so much as a word, she hands the leashes off to another blue fucker and makes her way over to me.
Without hesitating, she drops into a squat and runs her fingers over my face. Her hands feel cool against my skin, and despite wanting to keep my distance from these machinations of my mind, I lean in. It feels so real. Everything feels so fucking real.
“I asked what’s wrong with him, and I will have an answer.” Her eyes never leave mine as she barks at the blue fucker next to her.
“Possible detox. Same as the other cow.”
I pull my gaze away from her and look at the other woman, the one I’d just been sleeping with. Amanda? Emily? Agatha? Damn it, why can’t I remember? My head throbs as I try to make it work. All it does is cause everything to tip upside down for a moment, leaving me a panting, sweating mess.
“He needs to be milked,” the blue fucker murmurs.
“I can see that,” she snaps back, finally looking away to glare at him. “What are they detoxing from?”
“It says here he’s detoxing from alcohol.”
Shocker, I say in my head. Anyone can look at me and know I need a drink.
“And something humans call Ketamine.”
Wait. Special K? What the fuck is Special K doing in my system? Why the hell would dream me even think that?
“Xanax,” he continues. “And Lorazepam.”
Xanax I know about. It’s one of the pills Jeffery dispenses to me when things are too hard. Like right now. Xanax is exactly what I need at the moment. But Lorazepam?
Lorazepam, I mull about in my mind, searching for something to tickle my memories, but it doesn’t. Lorazepam. That’s not even a word I’ve heard before.
“Lorazepam,” she murmurs. “I’m not familiar with that form of recreation.”
It’s like she’s reading my mind, like she’s a part of me. But even that doesn’t completely make sense.
“Also known as Ativan? Apparently it helps humans sleep.”
Wait. I don’t know that word or that medication either. How could my subconscious pull all that up if I don’t even know it exists? My stomach churns as things start clicking into place.
I’m not asleep.
And this isn’t a dream.
Where the fuck am I?
CHAPTER FIVE
ZILARA
Istudy the male before me, noting the drops of sweat beading on his forehead. Detox is not unknown to us ever since we started gathering humans for their milk. It seems as if this is a race determined to exterminate itself for some unknown reason.
They all have their demons. Some are worse than others. What could this male possibly be running from? Gathering him into my arms, I run my fingers over his brow, smoothing away the sweat. The way he sags into me causes an odd stirring, something I’ve never felt before.
