Human (eng. vers) (Heat x OC)

2.

What amused them the most ... I think it was my squeaks, resembling those of a dog when I was afraid. With each lash, my muscles tightened, blood flowed on his back ... I stood on tiptoe, arms hanging.

"Come on Hebi ... You know I like it when you defend yourself ..."

His tongue passed over my wounds, licking the blood in amusement.

"That's why ... You are my favorite. "

" Pee... "

At first confused, the man who tortured me quickly understood that I was peeing on him. He had kept me chained all day, without the possibility of doing my business. Furious he grabbed my legs and pulled them, I howled in pain. I was almost suspended in the air by his pointed chains on my wrists, if he continued ...

"You're just a slut! Say it ! "

"I'm a bitch ..."

"Stronger, HEBI! "

I repeated his dirty words over and over until he released my wrists, I fell on the wet floor, naked, in my tears ...

"As a punishment, you will not eat this evening and you will clean that up for me !" You are not the only one using this cell ... "

I will always remember the first time I met him ... It was also the day I lost hope of living.

I had just been captured by the hunters, I was in the company of other children who, like me, were afraid of what was going to happen to them. Many of them could already read and write, but I did not. They spoke and said words that I did not understand, my father could not speak like humans, so my mother got into the habit of communicating with him through sign language. And that's what she also did with me. From time to time, she tried to teach me a few words about her world that I could remember. However, I saw in her eyes that she didn't want to have anything to do with her species anymore.

"Everything going to be okay? Do not be afraid. "

Among the tears and tears, a man, a teenager, tried to calm the children. He had blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He had an angel smile and gave off something intoxicating ... It's a tragic story, isn't it ? The first man I fell in love with was a slave, just like me.

"So she's the one Wire talked about ?"

A loud, gruff voice came out of my sleep.

"Captain, she is still weak. It was a..."

"I can see the mark on her back. She has seen worse I am sure, if she is not able to prove something to me it would be better to kill her. "

I shivered and opened my eyes to the word "kill."

"Cap ..."

"You have always been a heart, heat, so you don't see, she only has two options, either she has the will to live, or she is already dead inside ..."

By standing up on all fours, I put myself in defense positions, my tail at the pointed end, stood in front of me like a weapon.

Quickly, I analyzed the room where I was, it was all white, there were injured beds and people ... It was then that I noticed that my arm had been pierced, by a strange needle. Angry, I grabbed the tube with my teeth before tearing it from my wrist.

"My equipment ! I hope she will not remain captain, because it is the last time that I treat her ! "

Howled a man with furious glasses, he was tall too and had a long brown beard. The one who seemed to be the captain laughed as he approached me. Why were all men so tall ? This one made me think of bad memories, it smelled of blood, metal and alcohol ... Two of its perfumes made me want to vomit.