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Noelle stared down at herself in dismay.

What in the…?MadredeDios!

She pulled up the nightgown for a closer look and saw more droplets forming on her tight points, the ache in her breasts intensifying with every passing moment.Theliquid was a golden amber color that reminded her of honey.

Without thinking, she reached out to touch one nipple, desperate to see what was happening to her.Asharp shock crackled through her, making her yelp in pain.Thatreallyhurt!

Suddenly, it was all too much.

What amIdoing here?I’mstuck here, a prisoner, leaking some weird golden syrup, andIcan’t even touch myself to find out what’s wrong!

Tears welled up in her eyes—tears of frustration, fear, and helplessness.Sheturned away from the mirror, clutching her arms around herself, careful not to touch her own skin.

What amIgoing to do?What’shappening to me?AmIturning into some kind of alien… thing?Oh,BlessedVirgin, please help me.Ijust want to go home.Ijust want to be normal again.Whyis this happening?Whynow?

She crawled onto the enormous bed, trying to find some comfort in the softness of the mattress.Buther body was still humming with discomfort, her mind spinning with fear and uncertainty.

Please, please, let this all be a nightmare.Letme wake up back onEarth, safe in my own bed.Justfor one night, let me stop being afraid.

But the silence in the enormous room felt endless, andNoellewas left alone with her worries and her aching, leaking body, praying for morning—and for some kind of miracle as she sobbed all alone in the giant bed.

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BURN

Burn stood under the spray of the oversized shower, letting the almost scalding water beat down on his shoulders and back.Itwas the one luxury he’d found since being dumped in this oversized fucking prison—the hot water seemed endless.Theheavy jets pummeled his muscles until some of the tension and all of the grime from theSkowprison ship finally washed away.

He braced his big hands on the slick tile walls, letting the water pound over him until the mirror on the wall was completely fogged, steam curling in the massive bathroom like a sauna.

Gods,Ineeded this.Couldalmost forget, for a minute, that we’re prisoners in a fuckingTrollox’shouse.

After a while, he shut the water off, shaking droplets from his black hair, and dried himself with one of theTrollox’smonstrous towels.Thething was rough enough to exfoliate him raw, but it felt good and he scrubbed himself dry vigorously.

In the closet, he found a pair of dark blue sleep trousers.Theywere softer than the towel, even if the crotch looked like it would be a little too snug for comfort.Burntugged them on and ran a hand over his beard, peering into the polished silver mirror hanging over the dresser.

Fuck, these pants are tight.Betterthan going around with my shaft swinging free, though.

Burn prowled around the vast room for a few minutes, feeling uneasy.Hechecked the single enormous window and found bars on it, which seemed ominous but not surprising.

He hated how exposed he felt here.Therewere no escape routes and no way out unless they found the shuttle key.Otherwisethey were just waiting for theTrolloxto get bored with them, like that fucking four-armed chef,Cookie, had warned.

But what happened to the last group?Andwhy the fuck does the fuckingTrolloxkeep calling us piggy-wigs?Isthat supposed to be funny?Ifhe says it again,IswearI’ll?—

A sound cut through his thoughts, muffled, but unmistakable.Itwas the soft, broken sound of someone crying.

Burn froze—every instinct going on high alert.Thenoise was coming through the wall that adjoined his room toNoelle’s.Hersweet voice was raw and aching—full of pain.

Burn was instantly on the alert.

Fuck—what the hell is happening?Issomeone in there with her?ThatbastardTrolloxbetter not be trying anything!

He was out the door and into the hallway before he even registered moving.Theplush carpet swallowed his footsteps, but he caught a flash out of the corner of his eye—Brightwas there, too, coming from the opposite direction.Theymet in front ofNoelle’sdoor, both looking grim.

“She’s crying,”Brightsaid, his face tight with worry.

“I know.”Burn’svoice came out low and harsh.Hewanted nothing more than to bust down the door and check every inch of her room for threats.

If that three-headed freak is in there…I’llrip him apart, pain collar or no pain collar.