Yautja Queen

Chapter 4

'How can you not be afraid of him?' Asked Eliza one day. She was your friend from the time before Yautja appeared on Earth. She probably meant Othiel. 

You and a group of women were doing laundry on the patio. You hated these duties, and for some time refused to accept them. Now, when Othiel cared for you, the men didn't really have much to do and they could wash their dirty pants themselves, you weren't going to do that. You were only washing your own clothes. Sometimes you helped someone, but no one could force you to take one of the men's laundry, which other women still used to do. Wives washed husbands' clothes, mothers sons', daughters fathers', sisters to brothers, and women who had no family man in the camp received the dirty clothes of men who had no family woman. 

You looked at Eliza, a little surprised by her question, but you quickly bounced the ball.  'How can you not be afraid of your husband?'

Her husband's expression alone evoked mixed feelings, and everyone knew perfectly well that he was aggressive towards his wife. Apparently, Eliza was once pregnant, but he beat her so much that she had a miscarriage. Even the work of digging an escape tunnel wasn't enough for him to discharge his nerves. Eliza, however, denied everything, constantly protecting her tormentor.

Before answering, she looked around with fear in her eyes, as if fearing that her husband might be standing somewhere and eavesdropping. 'Stop it ,(y/n), it's not the same.'

'You're right, it's completely different. Othiel would never hurt anyone just because he is in a bad mood.' You snorted. 

'How do you know, you hardly know him ... Maybe he is pretending all the time, maybe he's still trying to charm you ... You meet him, when? Two months ago and you think you've know him inside out. Me and Stan, we know each other half a life. He is a good man, just ...'

'Just a bastard who likes to take it out on others. Tell him he'd have a brick job with savages.' Interjected Ellen, the pregnant girl you had dragged out of the savage house. Of course, she wasn't washing herself, she was about to give birth at any moment, and because of her huge belly, she was not able to even slightly bend down, but she accompanied her friend Myra. You liked them both very much, despite Ellen's spite, they were, in your opinion, the mainstay of normality and common sense among all those boisterous girls around. Fortunately, there was also Aunt Samantha, otherwise, the women in your camp would have completely submitted to the will of the men.

At Ellen's words, Eliza looked down and you sent a scolding look at the pregnant woman, but she just shrugged as if to say, "What? She was asking for it." 

'(T / I), are you and your friend... are you... you know?' Myra asked, probably trying to defuse the situation somehow.

'No I do not know...'  You replied, although you knew perfectly well what he meant.

'Oh, well ... did you sleep with him?' 

'I slept next to him, yes. It's a pretty cool radiator.'

'I meant sex.'

'And why are you still digging? Can't you see that smiley?' Ellen interjected again. 'You think why she disappears so often for all night? She's fucking him in the woods, I'm sure of it.'

You rolled your eyes. 'How vulgar you are.'

'What? Maybe you didn't make love to him?'

'I'm not going to talk about it.' 

'A saint is found.' 

'It's just my business, I don't feel like sharing the details of my sex life.'

'It's a pity because some people would like to listen, as you can see, ' Eliza muttered sarcastically, looking at Ellen significantly.