Breeder 121. (A for After series.)

Breeder 121. Book 2. (A for after.)

BREEDER 121. (BOOK 2.) A FOR AFTER SERIES.

FOLLOWING A FEW YEARS THAT HAD PASSED THE PRESENCE OF A GROWN, WIDELY KNOWN HUNTER, RAPIST AND KIDNAPPER WHO WENT BY KOVICK WAS HALF SPIRIT OWL AND HALF ELVEN.

HIS BELOVED PARENTS WERE DUSK A KIND, PROUD SPIRIT OWL MOTHER AND CAITEN A STERN, LOVING ELVEN FATHER.

HE GENTLY SLIPPED TWO CLEAN BRIGHT BLUE HOSPITAL GLOVES ON HIS LARGE SIZED HANDS. HE WAS A TALL, LARGE MAN BUT WAS GENTLE WHEN HE NEEDED TO BE.

SILENTLY HE PICKED UP AND BEGAN TO PATIENTLY EXAMINE EACH TEST TUBE. HE KEPT ATTENTION WITH A FOCUSED WATCH OF ALL THEM WITH WHAT WAS CRITICAL EYES WITHOUT DISTRACTION.

THE SAFELY SEALED CONTAINERS WHICH WERE LABELED WITH EACH CORRECT SPERM SAMPLE SPECIES NAMES WERE GATHERED UP BY HIS HELPFUL GUARDS.

HE HAD CERTAINLY MADE SURE THAT HE WAS GENTLE AND PATIENT WHILE EASILY SORTING FILLED TEST TUBES CAREFULLY. HE HELD THE FRAGILE GLASS TUBES WITH WHAT WAS A HIGH LEVEL OF CAUTION.

HE WAS SO PROUDLY OVER THE MOON. HE WOULD HAVE TO WAIT BECAUSE OF THE FULL AMOUNT OF HIS FORCED TO BECOME PREGNANT MALE BREEDERS CARRYING LARGE OFFSPRING IN THEM.

AT A EXCLUSIVE INSTITUTE FOR INTENSE PREGNANCY STUDIES HE AND NURSES CAPTURED AND IMPREGNATED MALE VICTIMS WITH ENDANGERED PREDATOR LIKE SPECIES REVIVED BACK TO LIFE.

HE WANTED TO BECOME A RESPECTED AND A VERY WELL KNOWN DOCTOR.

THROUGH WHAT SEEMED AS HIS MALE PATIENTS HAD DIFFICULT PREGNANCIES HE TRIED TO KEEP BREEDERS ALIVE BY EITHER A PROCESS OF TRIAL OR ERROR.

ONCE THEY FOUND THE CORRECT PROTOCOL TO PRODUCE MANY HEALTHY, SUCCESSFUL LIVE OFFSPRING, EITHER UNHARMING OR HARMING THE BREEDER HE SENT THE SUCH INFORMATION TO BREEDING CENTERS AROUND A VAST WORLD CALLED BY A FIVE WORD KNOWN AS THE PLANET OF PATHETIC EARTH.

'OF COURSE' THE DOCTOR KNOWN AS KOVICK THOUGHT WITH A SMILE, THE UNLUCKY BREEDERS WERE FUN. HIS PAGER BEEPED SOFTLY. IT WAS TIME TO CHECK HIS LATEST SLAVE. GENTLY, HE SOFTLY PUT THE VIAL HE WAS HOLDING AWAY IN THE CORRECT LOCATION AND HEADED TO A CELL WHERE THE SLAVE WAS. HE LOVED THIS PATIENT THE MOST EACH PASSING DAY.

BREEDER 121, OR SIMPLY KING VOW FOR SHORT SIGHED, TRYING HIS HARDEST NOT TO BREAK DOWN. HE WAS IN HIS BELOVED HOMELAND SLEEPING ONE MINUTE AND SADLY WAKING UP IN A MASSIVE, UNKNOWN MAZE, PRISON LIKE HOSPITAL AGAINST HIS WILL THE NEXT.

LIFE WAS SO CRUEL AT TIMES AND HARD TO FACE.

KING VOW NEVER KNEW ABOUT TRUE FEAR, HE WANTED TO BE SAFE AND SECURE. HE WAS SORE AND ACHING FROM THE HIPS DOWN NOT TO MENTION HE WAS DRESSED IN A LONG CLEAN, BRIGHT MOSSY GREEN HOSPITAL GOWN. AND REALIZED THAT HE WAS ONLY WEARING THAT AND JUST THAT ONLY.

KING VOW WAS NOT KNOWING EXACTLY AS TO WHAT WAS HAPPENING BUT HE KNEW THAT HE WAS SCARED AND COLD DOWN TO THE VERY DEPTHS OF THE MARROW OF HIS VERY BONES. HE WAS CHAINED UP NEAR A ONE COLORED WHITE WALL, ALL MOBILITY WAS CUT OFF BECAUSE OF THE SHACKLED CHAIN ATTACHED TO ONE OF HIS SLENDER FEET RIGHT ABOVE THE ANKLE. HE SIGHED ONCE MORE AND FOCUSED HIS SIGHT ON THE CHAIN EMBRACING HIS LEG, FEELING TERROR.

"H .. HELLO ..?!" KING VOW CALLED, OR (MORE LIKE SCREAMED) OUT TO SOMEBODY, ANYBODY. "IS ANYBODY THERE?!" KING VOW WAS UNCERTAIN OF HIS FATE BUT TRIED TO FIGURE OUT WHERE HE WAS. HE WAS INDEED SCARED BUT HE NEEDED TO FOCUS. HE TRULY NEEDED TO FOCUS ON WHERE HE WAS SO THAT HE COULD ESCAPE AND RETURN BACK TO HIS HOME.

OR WHERE HE THOUGHT THAT THE DIRECTION OF HOME WAS ..

LOOKING AT THE BREEDER, KOVICKHID HIS DELIGHT BEHIND THE CLIPBOARD WITH 121'S FILE. THIS BREEDER WAS ONE OF HIS FAVORITES. FRESH, SPIRITED, AND OH SO TERRIFIED. THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY TEARS POOLED IN HIS BIG, BLUE EYES THAT MADE KOVICK WANT TO TOSS PROFESSIONALISM TO THE WIND.