Breeder Slave
Snippet:
The male groaned, muttering an
angry spate of nonsense as he thrashed in the sandy dirt. Puffs of dust rose,
adhering in another layer of grit to their already sweat-soaked bodies.
Leah blew a greasy strand of hair
from her face. “We don’t know if it’s water. Could be piss or something even
more disgusting.”
But it looked like a water skin.
One of those bota bag things so popular in the seventies. “If we’re going to
rob him of his water, the least we can do is take him with us.”
Incredulous, Moira rolled her eyes.
“How’re we going tae move him? He looks tae weigh a ton.”
Leah edged around the male, careful
to stay out of reach of the flailing arms. “Maybe he has something we can use
to make a travois in that pack he’s wearing.”
Moira inched closer, scrubbing her
toe in the dust. “We cannae get it off him if he’s lying on it.”
She heaved a sigh, shaking her head
in disgust. Whatever happened, it’d be up to her to do something. Moira
certainly wouldn’t. She did swallow the
tracking device though. Have to give her that one!
The male gnashed his teeth, the elongated
incisors flashing in a teeth-bared grimace. He sat up, muttering to himself as
he struggled to stand. Soft moans replaced the crazed gibberish. That he was in
agony was obvious. Purple streaks of infection spread from the brutalized hand
and arm threading up to the paleness of his shoulder and chest. Like a stuffed
sausage ready to burst from pressure.
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