• I had been asleep for who knew how long. My eyes were clouded over and my throat was raw from the screaming I had done after they had dragged me into their ship. I resisted with every cell in my body, but it was painful with the broken ribs the man named Butch had given me.
    I looked around the dark room I was in, daring to try and see if my limbs would cooperate with me. At first they didn’t budge. I gave an angered command to my body to wake up and move. My hand gave a sudden jolt, lifting only inches from whatever I was laying on before hitting some type of barrier and falling back, sending a shock of agony up my arm. I hissed, rolling my head to the right.
    After a moment, I gave moving another try. I started by wiggling my toes, shaking my legs, then moved the motion all through my body. The sound of iron rubbing against iron filled the dark room. Around both my ankles and my wrist I felt two rings of cold metal and under my back was a cold plate. I looked around in a sudden panic, pulling at the chains on my wrist.
    “No,” I whispered, my voice raspy, “no, no, no, no, no! Come on. This can’t be happening!” I took in a quick breath, letting it out slowly and then pulling my arms toward my body. My wrist gave a sickening snap and I stopped, feeling a pain pulse through my body.
    I lifted my head to look around. I squint. Apparently they took out my contacts because the room was complete fuzz. But from what I could see, I was lying on an iron table with cuffs attached to the bars holding it up. My body was bruised, which was pretty bad for me. It wasn’t everyday I saw purple on my skin, especially sense I was black. In fact; once I thought about it, I never saw myself bruise like that.
    “Oh, there’s gonna be some serious hell to pay for this,” I hissed, lying my head back again. I looked up at the dark ceiling in surprise. There, under my head, was a pillow, something that wasn’t there before.
    “Hello, Discovery.”
    I nearly screamed and ripped my arms out of there sockets when I saw Butch looming over me. He smiled when he saw my fear. He walked around the table, taking his sweet time to absorb what he had done to me. “Oh, I’m so sorry dear. I didn’t mean to be so,” he grabbed one of my ankles and squeezed, “rough with you.”
    “Let me go, you a**!” I screamed. He only smiled wider and squeezed harder. “I swear, once I get these cuffs off I’m gonna rip your face off! You hear me?! I’m so gonna own you, you mother-!”
    “Now, that’s not polite,” I whirled my head around. A sudden flood of light made me hiss, closing my eyes tightly. Boomer entered the room with such elegance it looked like he was gliding on the air. Butch had taken his hands off me and gave the pale man a small bow. “Look at you, all bruised up. That must be painful.”
    “I’ll show you painful!” I spat. I threw my hands at him but the cuffs held me down. “Just come a bit closer and I’ll rip your ******** nose off!”
    “Hostility must run in your family, Discovery,” Boomer frowned deeply. His red eyes gleamed with some disappointment. “I was hoping this wouldn’t be like the others. Apparently no one cares for science anymore.”
    “Science!?” I shrieked. “What does this have to do with Science?! This is kidnapping and,” I looked up quickly, “rape! Where are my clothes?!”
    “Burned,” Boomer said with a sigh. “Those rags weren’t meant to be worn by such a sensitive body like yours. I have a new wardrobe for you.”
    “Cram it up your,” I started. But the door opened and my dad, struggling hard, was dragged in. Boomer gave a small smile as the two guards stood him up roughly.
    “Mr. Jones,” He said slowly. My father stopped fighting and glared at Boomer with murderous intent. “I hoped they would bring you soon. Now I can get this presentation on with. You know your daughter, Discovery,” apparently my father hadn’t noticed I was in the room until Boomer stepped aside. My dad gave a shocked gasp and then a threatening growl. “Hostility,” Boomer said, waving a finger at him.
    “What are you planning to do with her, Boomer?” Butch asked slowly.
    “What have I done with the other fifty five women?” Boomer asked him. He approached me quickly, leaning in close to my face. “My dear girl, you are a true spectacle of beauty. I would like to try an experiment on you; just a little one and then you can go on living with those who love you and I-”
    “But sir!” Butch suddenly spoke up. “Don’t you remember what happened to the other women? And they were much older than she is! Don’t you think this is a little harsh?”
    Boomer turned swiftly to Butch. “Did I ask you opinion?” He barked. “If I wanted it I would have asked now calm down and be quiet! I know this time it’ll work without any complications.”
    My dad gave a sudden leap forward, trying to break the grip of the two guards holding him. One let go and my father threw his elbow back, hitting the man in the gut. The other gave a sudden heave and my dads face was suddenly plastered on the table next to mine. He held out a hand toward mine. I grabbed it, holding on tightly.
    “How touching,” Boomer whispered with some disgust. He turned toward my dad, ripping his hand away from mine. I screamed; kicking and waving my fist around like a child having a tantrum. Boomer turned around and narrowed his eyes at me. I fell silent. “Good girl. Now, about that little experiment.”
    “You aren’t touching my daughter!” my dad shouted. Both the guards held him back.
    “You don’t have a right to talk at the moment, Mr. Jones,” Boomer hissed. “Butch, pass me the vile and the shot gun.”
    I twitched. If there was one thing I hated, it was shots. Even though the shot gun made them virtually painless, I still hated the sound of it. And sometimes, the very feeling of something being injected in my body was pain enough.
    “No,” I said, panic interlaced in my voice. “NO! Please don’t, I don’t wanna be part of your experiment! Please, don’t!”
    “It’ll only hurt for a second, dear,” Boomer whispered. He took the liquid and placed it in the gun holder. He took an alcohol wipe and rubbed it around my naval. “Now be still, I don’t want to have to put you though this twice.”
    I jerked to the side. He cut his eyes at me. I stuck my tongue out childishly. He turned toward my father, snapping his fingers. After a moment of silence, there was a sickening crack and my dad gave a bloody scream. I looked up quickly, finding him on the ground, cradling his arm. I cringed. It looked as if it had been cracked right in half.
    “Stay still or else we’ll do that to every bone in his body,” Boomer hissed.
    I gave him a glare, and then cried as I lay back down. Hot tears streamed down my face as I looked at the ceiling. “I don’t want to do this,” I cried. “Please, don’t make me do this.”
    “Don’t listen to him, Discovery!” My dad screamed.
    “Be a good girl and come back over here,” Boomer coaxed kindly. I did, slowly. I felt his cold hand wipe my naval again but his fingers lingered, tracing my adolescent curves slowly until his fingers were hooked under my chin. His face was close to mine, eyes peering into mine with little emotion. He pressed his lips to mine as if we were married. I didn’t resist.
    “Good girl,” He whispered, pressing the trigger for the gun.
    The sudden mixture of pain and anger made me scream. I couldn’t believe how painful it was. Normal shots would fade within seconds but this one left a burning sensation like it was drilling into my body. I thrashed around, tossing myself like a rag doll. Boomer looked as if he had expected it to happen that way. He took a step back and said something to Butch that made my father look up in surprise.
    I held my breath for a moment, trying to hear what they were talking about but a wave of dizziness struck me and I started screaming again.
    My dad was angry. He shook his head and was shouting as loud as he could. The guards dragged him out. Butch took out a pair of keys and undid the handcuffs. I punched him in the face, breathing heavily. He whirled with the force of my hit. I gave Boomer a threatening look, biting my lip.
    “I swear,” I said breathlessly, “if we’re ever in combat, I will kill you, Boomer. I promise; I will kill you.” I whispered, loosing my consciousness slowly. I slid back on the table. “I’m going to kill you…”