She should’ve been screaming.
But her mouth stayed parted for another reason.
Cora sat curled in the center of the glass cell, naked, glistening, and watched. The walls were seamless and clear, glowing faintly with soft blue light. She didn’t know how long she’d been here. No clocks. No voices. Just silence. And heat. So much heat.
They hadn’t touched her. Not yet. But they didn’t need to. The blue aliens watched her like a prize. Massive, towering beings—ten feet tall at least—shaped like men but sculpted for sin. Smooth, muscular bodies that shimmered under the glow of the ship. Skin the color of sapphires bathed in oil. Every movement precise. Measured. Arousing.
And their eyes, glowing silver orbs without pupils burned into her skin as they circled her transparent prison.
She’d be
