Species

Chapter 7

         "You're insane. You know that, right?" she asked eyeing him cautiously. Where did this sudden confidence come from? He scratched the back of his head and chuckled a little before staring at her. Not a trace of humor was in his eyes.

"You're insane if you think I'm gonna let you talk to me that way." It was a threat.

"I don't understand. I don't . . . Why would you do this?" Her mind was trying so hard to wrap itself around the information she'd been given, but it couldn't.

"I already told you." he sighed and rolled his eyes. "I need you and the other girls to make new species."

"But what does that even mean? That doesn't make sense. You don't mate two dogs and make a cat." 

She received a chuckle from him. "My Dear Chloe," his tone was softer. "Oh, hun, I have my ways. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, and just focus on growing some babies for me."

       "For you? Are all those women carrying your babies?" she wanted to barf. He saw the bewilderment and disgust plain on her face. 

"They are my babies to work with, but no they were not all made with my seed, if that's what you are thinking." he answered matter-of-factly.

That is exactly what she was thinking. There's no way in hell he is my man. Ew!

"How many?" she almost whispered.

"How many what?"

"How many have your seed?" 

He seemed slightly irritated at the question. He cleared his throat, his jaw was clenched in pure frustration.

"Before, I used my seed on a few women. It did not work out. I refused to use my own, that is until recently. I've now put it in one." 

Her throat tightened and she felt a dark cold feeling creep into her heart. Feeling slightly sad and scared she had to ask.

"What do you mean it didn't work out?"

He cleared his throat. "They died."

        She wrapped her arms around herself for comfort and some small form of protection.

"They women or the babies died?" she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"In some situations both, but mostly just the babies."

The women in the cafeteria. Had they carried his children? Who was carrying his now? And what about the one's who weren't carrying his? If he was telling her the truth then they were carrying someone else's baby. The guards! Her heart sped up and she shook her head trying to shake the idea away, but it wouldn't go.

       She squeezed her thighs together as tight as humanly possible but it wasn't tight enough. The mean blonde man. Is that why he hated her? Was she carrying his? Oh no! Please, no.

Lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice him studying her intently.

"Tell me what are you thinking." he insisted.

"I think this is crazy. I think this is so unfair." she swallowed the lump that had formed in the back of her throat. "I want to yell at you and tell you how wrong this is. It's forced. It's . . slavery." he waited knowing she had more to say. "But I'm scared. I'm scared I'll be beat like those girls. I'm scared those men will come get me. I'm scared to suffer a horrible death." she paused contemplating. "But I'm also scared of whatever the heck is gonna come out of me."

He leaned back in his chair. He was glad she answered him honestly, but he wasn't too happy with what she thought and felt. She sat there deflated. She looked like the living embodiment of hopelessness. She wished she could push her stomach away. She'd do anything to be detached from it.

         Silence. Silence sat between them. She could tell he wasn't happy but didn't honestly care. She didn't care about a lot of things right now. For a moment she silently wished she'd never been born. 

"You ruined it." he stated. 

"Huh?" Ruined what?

He got up from his chair, walked around his desk to lean on his desk in front of her. He took one of her hands. She didn't know what to do. She most definitely didn't want to be touched by him. She sank farther into her chair only creating a mere centimeter more of distance between them.

"I want you to be mine. I know you saw the well kept girls at breakfast." she remembered them alright. They looked like playboy bunny wanna-be's. "If you agree to be mine, I will take good care of you. I will keep you from harm. I will give you everything you could need or want. All I ask for is you." he kissed her hand. "All of you."

           She was speechless. He was offering to save her, in a way. But he was also the man impregnating all these women. Was he bad? Was he good? Should she be running from him?

"I . . I . ." she didn't know what to say.

"You are overwhelmed. I can see." his smile returned. Though his voice was kind and he seemed to be helping her out of the awkward position he'd put her in, he wasn't sincere. He soothed her in an almost coaxing way. He was smug. Though she did not agree, it was as if she was already his.

"Perhaps you should rest. My bedroom is open. I can have someone take you there. Its the one room none of the men will bother you." he added the little explanation, no doubt trying to persuade her to embrace him for safety.

She gave him a small smile of appreciation before shaking her head. "Thank You, but I can't sleep just yet." 

He pulled her to her feet. They just looked at eachother. He was a good foot taller than her.

"What do the women normally do around here?" she asked. 

He began running his fingers through her hair. "Whatever they want. As long as they do not risk their baby's life. We have a gym, a movie room, an art room. Sometimes they just play cards and talk. They eat." 

          Stroking her cheek he pulled her face to his. He kissed her roughly. She stood there awkwardly eyes open not sure of what to do. One kiss turned into two. She closed her eyes and placed her hands on his arms; it seemed like a safe spot to touch him.  He parted for just a second.

"Open your mouth." he almost growled in a deep voice. She did as he demanded. He kissed her again this time shoving his tongue in her mouth. Unprepared for it she grabbed at his jacket as he attacked her face in kiss after kiss. She placed her hands firmly on his chest and gave him a push. He was so strong it didn't do anything. He kept kissing her ignoring her little shoves. 

"I. Need. To. Breathe." she said between kisses. One last kiss before he parted an inch from her mouth. She was gasping. "Don't you breath?" she asked breathing heavy. He just chuckled, smelled the top of her head and then leaned grabbed the phone off his desk.

Within a second of placing the phone to his ear, someone answered him. How important is this guy? Who are you? As if reading her mind, he raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a smug grin.

"Yes, Miss Bergita, please, come escort Chloe to go spend time with the Girls." he hung up before waiting for a response. His eyes never left her.

"I want you in my room tonight."

Chloe chewed on her lip and looked away. 

"You don't know it yet, but eventually you're going to be mine." he said with total confidence.

"Why do you want me?"

"Because I do."