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It Was A Rescue Day - 5. Bent But Not Broken
The loose organic floor covering in his cell made Bobby sneeze. His eyes were nearly swollen shut, but he couldn't tell if it was from the allergic reaction or the beating he got when he arrived.
His nose felt broken, or maybe it just hurt like the rest of his face. He wasn’t sure, but at least he could breathe through his mouth. Well, he could if he moved the gagging device they had shoved between his teeth and over his tongue when they had wrestled him into these clothes.
The gag didn’t so much force his mouth open or even closed, but his tongue down. He could bite on it or open his mouth further if he wanted, it just expanded or contracted, either way, his tongue stayed down and he was unable to speak. It made it hard to swallow, too, as he had to nearly suck the thing to swallow properly.
What a mess. He didn’t know where he was or where they had taken Puck. They had been passed off twice before ending here. The first time had been when the crew on the ship had turned them over to the buyer who hid his features. Money exchanged hands. It was a simple business arrangement. That alien had not spoken to the crew. But once they were away from the ship that rule did not apply to his captives.
Bobby was forced to change into a strange stretchy unitard looking thing. The suit had wrist and ankle cuffs that when activated would suddenly force his hands or feet together. They could also repel each other, forcing his limbs apart. But Bobby hated the collar the most. When activated, he couldn't speak. He was silenced. Bobby hated that the most.
That captor allowed Bobby to tend to Puck. He also didn't force Puck into any of the symbols of captivity. Bobby figured it was because Puck was so sick; which made him wonder why someone would pay for a sick slave. If only it was as simple as someone looking for slaves. Great rescue party he'd been for Puck.
Their hair coloring varied in hue from indigo to the lightest of blue. Most of them had alabaster skin, although some went a few tones darker, none looked really tanned. Their facial structure was very near human, showing some possible common ancestry.
Bobby worry became panic when they were traded to four large males who looked related to, but different from, the previous set. These had predominately purple skin. The police paperwork mentioned purple aliens. Puck's infection came from those purple people. Fear sent his mind racing in a dozen directions at once. What if they infected him? What would happen to Amberly? To Brianna and their baby? Panic gripped him and he lashed out.
They beat him.
The beatings continued at random intervals in the cell with a floor he was allergic to. They were particularly brutal when someone of rank, he assumed, would be in the cell watching. When they raped him, Bobby screamed. There was no sound.
Then it stopped.
Light and shadow filtered between Bobby’s swollen eyelids, but focusing on details was beyond his ability. He knew the general layout of his cell and that he lay in the furthest corner from the door. He knew he was alone. These were the important things.
He couldn’t breathe too deeply. Was it due to the seepage from his nose or the fact his face hurt? Didn't matter, but at least the sneezing stopped about the same time they started pummeling him. He was sure the two weren’t related, but the condition was not exclusive in his mind.
His body was one massive, throbbing ache, hurting in places it never should. Bobby’s limbs had been bent at awkward angles, his muscles stretched impossibly far, and his colon probed entirely too deep. Bobby couldn’t remember ever suffering like this when Amberly made love to him. He drew his knees up and wept. There was no sound.
He didn’t stop.
How long they left him alone in his cell he couldn't tell, but he knew he wouldn’t survive another rape or beating. When someone opened the door, he pulled himself into a ball, hoping to protect himself, groaning as he did. The effort sent pain lancing through his body. Death would have been a welcome, but he was determined to live, if only to save Puck.
Shouting – loud at first, but then soft murmurs crowded close. Gentle hands stroked him as the voice crooned. It sounded reassuring although he couldn’t understand a word. Fingers removed the gag, collar, and cuffs. He felt the material of his covering rip the rest of the way, or maybe it was cut. Either way it was off and he was rolled onto something softer.
He groaned again.
They were talking to him, around him, about him. He tried to make his mouth work, but it hurt. More shouts. He felt more than saw the tension around him. Had thy found Puck? He hoped so or else everything he suffered had been in vain. When he was able to move his head, several of the aliens had gone.
One of them stood in his line of sight.
It took Bobby a few moments to realize the alien was speaking to him and longer to comprehend he could almost understand him. He held what looked like a hypodermic needle in his hand. Whatever they were going to give him, he hoped it would hurt him, not that he would feel it anymore. Did they even know he was human?
“Who? You called?”
“Robert Atoll.” Bobby slurred the words. “Where’s Puck?”
“He rests.” The voice was soothing as the world went fuzzy.
The next time he woke could have sworn he heard Brianna’s voice demanding to be let in, or else. A smile finally crossed his face as he sank into oblivion.
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