was having trouble turning my brain back on.
“Must practice, stay strong for fights.”
I squeezed my eyes shut letting the water drench me, Morrdrook’s large hands swept up and over my body in swift motions, wash ing me, before cleaning himself.
“Can’t I stay here and sleep, you’ve worn me out?”
“No, stay where I can see you, no locks on doors to protect you from others, they will try and steal you.”
“Oh, okay.”
Already used to Morrdrook, there was no way in hell I wanted another Zakiu or any other of the alien fighters I’d glimpsed to touch me.
He pulled me out of the shower and hit the button to let it slide back into the floor. Feeling more alert, I tried to take the square cloth to dry myself. Morrdrook growled softly, doing the task himself.
I folded my arms “I’m not a baby, I was washing and I was taking care of myself before you.”
“You have no male to take care of you?” Morrdrook shook out the dark brown cloth, handing it back to me; I re-wrapped it around my body, as he fetched something from his box under the bed. At first I thought it was a mini rake clenched in his hand, but he motioned for me to turn around. I hesitated, before obeying. He started combing it through my hair, gently teasing out the tangles.
No one had brushed my hair since I was eight. Dad caught Wade, the youngest of my four brothers brushing it for me, before school one morning. He informed all my brothers not to pamper me; I was old enough to do things for myself. Dad always treated me like one of the boys.
Hell, when I got my first period, dad handed me a box of condoms telling me I was now a woman and to be car e ful. Thankfully, Philip, my oldest brother asked his girlfriend teach me about the facts of life and the mechanics of sex.
“I have four brothers and a father, but we all took care of ourselves.” I knotted the cloth on my shoulder, sighing at how wonderful Morrdrook’s grooming felt. “Human females are very strong willed and independent, well, when we’re not kidnapped by bug aliens.”
“Your world very different.”
I can’t argue with that.
Finished with my hair, he ran the comb roughly though his own, dark main, before placing it back in the box. A chime sounded and he grabbed my hand hurrying me out and down the hall, in the opposite direction to the meal room.
“No running, dangerous, if another catch you, I will have to fight them, kill them.”
A trickle of fear ran down my spine. “I won’t run again.” Even with my self-defence training, taking down one of these trained gladiators would be more or less impossible. Compared to larger muscular frames, I was a petite little female. Lord knew how the shorter women were getting on. “ Zakiu do not like to kill Zakiu , but I will, if any try to steal my Aunna .”
“I’m yours.” I gave his hand a squeeze, hoping it gave him some sense I would be true to my words.
Chapter Seven
The training room was half the size of the arena. It felt warmer than the areas I 've been in so far. I breathed the scent of sweat and sand and alien air.
From what I could see, there were different sections surrounding a large, circular pit. Along one side were racks of weapons, swords, spears, and other dangerous looking objects. Hovering target boards with mutable prongs, off to the left. Another area had ten foot tall spider-like, web structures. Working out on some kind of weight machines, I saw several red skinned, muscular aliens, with two inch black spikes on top of their heads instead of hair. The rest of them looked humanoid except for their hoofed feet. A handful of different aliens, also humanoid, stood watching from the far wall, their skin a pasty yellow colour. The tips of their ears were larger and pointed, matching their sharp, angular, facial features. As they moved towards the weapons rack, I noticed gill-like slits along the sides of their necks and webbing on their hands. Their hair was inky
“Must practice, stay strong for fights.”
I squeezed my eyes shut letting the water drench me, Morrdrook’s large hands swept up and over my body in swift motions, wash ing me, before cleaning himself.
“Can’t I stay here and sleep, you’ve worn me out?”
“No, stay where I can see you, no locks on doors to protect you from others, they will try and steal you.”
“Oh, okay.”
Already used to Morrdrook, there was no way in hell I wanted another Zakiu or any other of the alien fighters I’d glimpsed to touch me.
He pulled me out of the shower and hit the button to let it slide back into the floor. Feeling more alert, I tried to take the square cloth to dry myself. Morrdrook growled softly, doing the task himself.
I folded my arms “I’m not a baby, I was washing and I was taking care of myself before you.”
“You have no male to take care of you?” Morrdrook shook out the dark brown cloth, handing it back to me; I re-wrapped it around my body, as he fetched something from his box under the bed. At first I thought it was a mini rake clenched in his hand, but he motioned for me to turn around. I hesitated, before obeying. He started combing it through my hair, gently teasing out the tangles.
No one had brushed my hair since I was eight. Dad caught Wade, the youngest of my four brothers brushing it for me, before school one morning. He informed all my brothers not to pamper me; I was old enough to do things for myself. Dad always treated me like one of the boys.
Hell, when I got my first period, dad handed me a box of condoms telling me I was now a woman and to be car e ful. Thankfully, Philip, my oldest brother asked his girlfriend teach me about the facts of life and the mechanics of sex.
“I have four brothers and a father, but we all took care of ourselves.” I knotted the cloth on my shoulder, sighing at how wonderful Morrdrook’s grooming felt. “Human females are very strong willed and independent, well, when we’re not kidnapped by bug aliens.”
“Your world very different.”
I can’t argue with that.
Finished with my hair, he ran the comb roughly though his own, dark main, before placing it back in the box. A chime sounded and he grabbed my hand hurrying me out and down the hall, in the opposite direction to the meal room.
“No running, dangerous, if another catch you, I will have to fight them, kill them.”
A trickle of fear ran down my spine. “I won’t run again.” Even with my self-defence training, taking down one of these trained gladiators would be more or less impossible. Compared to larger muscular frames, I was a petite little female. Lord knew how the shorter women were getting on. “ Zakiu do not like to kill Zakiu , but I will, if any try to steal my Aunna .”
“I’m yours.” I gave his hand a squeeze, hoping it gave him some sense I would be true to my words.
Chapter Seven
The training room was half the size of the arena. It felt warmer than the areas I 've been in so far. I breathed the scent of sweat and sand and alien air.
From what I could see, there were different sections surrounding a large, circular pit. Along one side were racks of weapons, swords, spears, and other dangerous looking objects. Hovering target boards with mutable prongs, off to the left. Another area had ten foot tall spider-like, web structures. Working out on some kind of weight machines, I saw several red skinned, muscular aliens, with two inch black spikes on top of their heads instead of hair. The rest of them looked humanoid except for their hoofed feet. A handful of different aliens, also humanoid, stood watching from the far wall, their skin a pasty yellow colour. The tips of their ears were larger and pointed, matching their sharp, angular, facial features. As they moved towards the weapons rack, I noticed gill-like slits along the sides of their necks and webbing on their hands. Their hair was inky
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