Page 36 of My Wild Pet

But still my body wants sexual release and so I grind my hips against one of the attendants hands, wondering how old he is. Telling myself it doesn’t matter because he’s an alien. But then that makes me just as bad as these grey men owning me. What should our skin color have to do with it?

But already I’m confusing myself. It does matter.

I grind my hips harder against his soapy hand. I’m almost there. Just a little more.Oh it feels so good. Just a little bit more.

But then the attendant removes his hands from me and when I try to reach down and touch myself. Suddenly, both my wrists are locked on the shower wall.

“No!” I say as I’m left underneath the running water, unsatisfied.

Crushed, I close my eyes and imagine that I’m back from my hike. That I wasn’t abducted by aliens and that none of this is real. The sound of the water is steady, rhythmic, and is drowning out the reality around me. For a moment, all of this almost feels normal.Almost.

But then the memories rush back, abrupt and unrelenting.

The UFO.

Tentacled aliens.

Big.

Small.

Slender.

The auction.

Rebecca.

Aefre.

Kaelin.

Gabriel.

The tail.

The obstacle course.

What’s next?

I fight back tears. I must not give this nightmare currency or the pain will break me.

My mind refuses to let go, so I focus on the least unnerving thing from this last month: Gabriel. Of all the horrors I’ve endured, he’s the most bearable—if only just.

He surprised me today. I didn’t expect him to speak to Aefre as if they were equals. We’re all pets aren’t we? Or is this a ‘some animals are more equal than others’ situation? I don’t know. And although, his words were a mystery to me, his tone was unmistakable.

I thought at first,I don’t need you to protect me, but after a few seconds of hearing him speak up in this alien language—it did something to me.

All at once, I was reminded of the warm, but odd conversation, we shared last night —and yeah, maybe he came off a bit too passionate, but that’s probably what ten years in captivity does to you.

But his thoughtfulness today—it gave me more strength than I thought I had in that moment. It shows he really does feel that in this situation, it’susagainstthem. And that’s the most reassuring thing I’ve felt in a month.

As the attendants release me from my shackles and I step out of the shower, I catch a glimpse of the cages beyond and my heart skips a beat when I see Gabriel.

He’s sitting in one of the cages, leaning back against the bars with his arms draped over his knees. His head is tilted slightly, the soft glow of the cleansing room’s dim lighting casting shadows over his sharp features. His wavy brown hair falls messily over his forehead, his full beard well-groomed and thick, and despite everything he endured today—he still looks... stunning.

Then as if he can feel my eyes on him, his head lifts, and our eyes meet. There’s something in his amber gaze—concern, maybe, or relief. Or both. I don’t know. But it makes my chest tighten all the same and I stand a bit taller as the attendants run their hands over my naked body.

Gabriel continues to stare as I’m dressed in another outfit that reveals my breasts, underarms, and vulva all the way back to my lower back so my tail is included too. It’s so damnembarrassing to have a tail. I took note that none of the other humans have one. I feel singled out and I can’t help but wonder if it’s a punishment because of what I did to Big. A sign that I seriously injured another human pet that I’ll have to live with forever like a scarlet letter.

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