Sex On Mars

This Is It

The polished, mahogany father clock sung. It's melodic music vibrating around the concrete basement. A soft, but peircing breeze of angelic wind blew through the slim window positioned near the ceiling. My eyes were covered with a tight cloth, my hands handcuffed to something behind me. I rubbed my bare legs together to keep myself warm. I shouldn't have worn a skirt to do this. It barely covered the top half of my thighs, and left me to the cold elements of the winter.

A loud shreak of the cellar door being pulled open startled me from my day dreaming. I sat up, listening for any signs of someone entering. Two blunt steps of somebody walking in and onto the hard floor echoed throughout the room, followed by the sound of the wooden, rustic door creeking closed and shutting.

"H-hello?", I stuttered, half because I was freezing, half because I was terrified. I knew going here was too risky. This area was flooded with gangs, but also flooded with food that I needed.

Nobody responded, apart from the voice of someone's soft shoes bouncing off the floor as they approached in my direction. I closed my legs further, and put my head down. Their footsteps stopped directly infront of me, as I felt the fabric covering my eyes loosen until it gets removed by the figure. I blinked harshly, getting adjusted to the dark room, barely lit by the moonlight cascading through the few, small windows dotted around the room. I look up at the figure. They seemed tall, around 6'1, with medium length, curly black hair covering the upper half of their eyes. They're dark blue, almost a grayish-silver, eyes pierced mine. It became clear it was a man. He had some form of gas mask on that only covered his nose and mouth, with a black hoodie and dark green, baggy cargo trousers.

He moved behind me after inspecting me for a minute. The rustle of the handcuffs rattled, before letting me free of the restraints. The intimidating figure stood back infront of me again, pushing his hand out to help me up. I hesitated for a second, deciding to take it reluctantly, bringing myself to my feet. After brushing the dust off of my black skirt, he grabbed my dirty, coarse hand and let me up the stairs, and out of the cellar, back outside.

The deep black sky melted above me, the dead grass coated in a thin coating of water from the mist in the thick air. He led me through a small courtyard where he entered another small, makeshift building before closing the door behind me. I put my back against the wall and patted my hip, looking for my knife. It was gone.

"Don't worry, you'll get your shit back later. First, I need some answers for a few questions I have; would you be willing to give me some?" He sat down on a metal chair, looking up at me with his beautiful eyes.

I looked at him for a second, running through what happened before I ended up in the basement. I had came here to scavenge for food as my last resources ran out and I was desperate. I walked into a building before being ambushed from behind and was knocked out. Now I am here.

"Okay." I replied, shivering. He took no notice of my poor physical state and proceeded with the question.

"Obviously you were here for supplies. Where did you come from?"

I couldn't risk telling him that. If, by a slim chance, I escape here, I would need to go back home and pack up to leave. If he knew where I was camped, he could just wait for me there and kidnap me again.

He looked up at me, irritated, "You are gonna have to answer me, whether I have to beat it out of you is your choice."

Holy shit that is hot.

I pressed my back up against the wall further, looking around the room for any other escape routes, before coming to the realisation that the door we entered through was the only entrance and exit. I had to distract him if I wanted to escape.

"What the fuck is that?" I said loudly, looking to the left of him. He looked to where I was looking, as I quickly rushed to the door, blasting out of it. He got up and ran after me, instantly catching up with me and tackling me to the ground. My chest slammed against the hard dirt. He wrapped his arms around my neck, so I slammed my elbow in his hip repeatedly before he go. I quickly got to my feet, watching him pathetically get to his. Before he full stood up, I swung my foot at his stomach, sending him flying back to the ground again. Suddenly, somebody grabbed me from behind. I used the momentum of the person grabbing me to pull them over my shoulder and send them slamming to the floor. I grabbed the knife that the person had dropped, as the first man lunged at me. I attempted to swing at him, but he blocked it by grabbing my wrist and punched me in the temple, and sliding his leg under mine, causing me to fall onto my back. He picked up the knife as I rolled on the floor in pain. The second person, who was a girl, rushed over to me, as I got up, to retaliate. I grabbed a nearby bottle and smashed it over her head as her limp body hit the floor.

The man looked at her still-alive but unconscious body, showing no emotion what-so-ever.

"Maybe we will have to recruit you instead of using you as a slave or just killing you." He smirked, connecting his eyes with mine.