Page 95 of Wrapped in Their Arms

And in the background, someone was urging them on.

“That’s right—fill her egg sack with your seed,”Thune’sgravelly voice barked.“Doit harder—fuck her egg hole!”

Bright reeled back instinctively.

“Gods,” he whispered, reaching for the fast-forward.Butthe next scene was just as bad.

It was another species—blue-skinned bipeds this time—with enormous black eyes and glistening skin that seemed to ripple under the lights.Themale had four arms and two shafts.Thefemale—assuming that’s what she was—was bent double, crying out in a high-pitched trill asThune’svoice coached again from offscreen.

“You call that rutting?Poundher harder—you think anyone’s gonna pay for that weak-ass thrusting?”

What the actual fuck?Brightwondered.

He tried another disk.

This time, it was a set of hairy humanoids—possibly from theJurnaksystem, judging by their fur and facial ridges.Thefemale was strapped to a vertical rotating wheel.Themale was growling as he mounted her from behind, and again,Thunewas directing.

“Fill her furry hole with your seed!Comeon—do it right!”

Bright yanked the disk out with a trembling hand and shoved it back onto the stack.Hewas nauseated.

He’s filming them.Recordingall of it.Sellingit.

That explained the unmarked credit deposits.Themassive incoming transactions.Andthe huge amounts of credit going out must be from when theTrolloxbought more “breeders.”

Just like he had bought the three of them—Bright,Burn, andNoelle.

It explained what the other “breeders” had been doing here before they vanished.Andit explained whyThunewas so interested inthem.

Bright slumped into the too-large chair and buried his head in his hands.

Gods.Noelle.He’sgoing to try and put her in one of those videos—probably with both of us fucking her.Thatsick bastard!

Bright stood again, scanning the desk, the cabinet, the wall—anywhere a key might be hidden.Butthere was nothing in the office—not a damn thing.

If we can’t find that biometric key,he thought grimly,we’re never getting out of here.

And if they didn’t get out…

He didn’t finish the thought.Hecouldn’t.Notwith the image of thatSaurianfemale howling in his ears andThune’svoice barking orders over the sounds of grunting and pain.

He turned off the screen and stepped back, breathing heavily, hands clenched at his sides.

Get it together,Bright.You’vegot a job to do.Youneed to protect her—protect both of them.YouandBurnare the only things standing betweenNoelleand whatever happened to those poor bastards who came before you.

He headed for the door.

It was time to find the others.Oneof them had to have found something—anything—to get them the fuck out of here.

Because if they didn’t escape soon…

Thune would make them the stars of his next fucking film.

52

NOELLE

Noelle stood in the doorway of theTrollox’sbedroom, feeling like she’d just walked into the lair of some lazy, smelly beast.Which, she supposed, wasn’t far from the truth.