Chapter 11
Sylvie's eyes fly open as the saw buzzed far too close to her. When the scientist had activated the laser, she'd assumed he'd use it to open her up. Not so. He stood above her holding a circular bone saw with a smile on his lavender face that didn’t quite look wholesome.
"Hold still," he muttered, his eyes dragging down the length of her body.
She shivered in terror and disgust as the saw inched closer. The room started to sway though she lay still on the cold metal, the air suddenly so damn hard to breathe.
The edge of the blade made contact with her flight suit, the saw cutting through the thick fabric with ease.
The scientist giggled. Sylvie stared up at him, wide-eyed. He wasenjoyingthis.
The saw moved down her body, cutting a long slit in her flight suit. She held as still as possible until the horrible grinding of the saw cut off. Crying seemed appropriate, but some part of her was numb to what was happening.
The alien was breathing heavily and began to tug her flight suit off of her.
"You could have used the zipper," she snapped, gaining bravado at the dumbest of times.
His face tightened for a moment, then the smug smile returned. He walked down the length of her, dragging his fingers down her flesh, chuckling again.
Closing her eyes, she tried hard to not let herself fall apart. She should beg and plead, but something was quite off with this one. Dying with dignity wasn’t going to be part of the deal. That, nor clothes.
He lifted the saw once again and flipped it on.
The bravado that had led to the zipper comment deserted her as the saw moved closer, the sound of it promising horrific pain. It seemed hungry for a victim, for her.
"Please." Her voice sounded small to her own ears, the desperation stinging the staunch academic inside of her. "Please don't hurt me."
The alien licked his lips as the saw crept closer to her chest.
Sylvie closed her eyes, desperately seeking serenity but finding nothing but panic.
She could feel the wind of the blade against her skin as it cut through the center of her bra.
"Please!"
“Stop. Now.” The sound of a familiar voice yelling above the buzz of the saw caught her attention and dragged her from the depths of her terror.
Sylvie's eyes flashed open to see that a hand had grabbed the saw, a hand that was currently disabling the device and pulling it away. A hand that had gone bright yellow.
The saw discarded, the hand flew upward, becoming a fist that smashed into the scientist's nose.
"You sick bastard," a voice said, and Sylvie's heart thrilled in her chest. X.
"You were getting off on this." X reached down and grabbed the scientist by the neck, pulling him back to his feet. "Dissecting the helpless Earthling female. I'll have you bound to the Outer Reef and let the gnarsharks have their way with you."
"Wait! Supreme One! I can explain!" The scientist was blubbering, dark green blood leaking out of both nostrils. "The dissection was authorized. I was just doing my job!"
"So you usually become sexually aroused when performing your scientific duties?"
X was in a deep rage. His skin was so bright a yellow it was almost neon. And yet, within the yellow, she thought she saw faint hints of red, small traces scattered here and there. Odd.
"I'm... I'm not aroused!"
X laughed in the scientist's face, then threw him to the ground. "You lie to your Supreme Regent? I saw what color you were when I walked in the door. You disgust me."
So purple is arousal.
The alien scientist had been turned on, anticipating slicing her open. Her mouth filled with bile and she turned her head as far as she could, wanting to throw up but not choke on her own vomit.
