Ok, so this one is pretty short, but I wanted to put something up before I went out of town. More to come next week.
"What do you suppose they are?"
"I do not know, but they are like us in many ways. They move, speak, and apparently think similarly to us." The strikingly tall female shared a look with her shorter companion. "However, they are also different in some very interesting ways."
The two women took a long appreciative look at their captives. Both imposters wore only short garments around their hips.
The two women weren't the only ones enjoying the scene, nearly the entire tribe had turned out to view the captives tied to the posts in the village center. Some of the women held their hands over their daughter's eyes, while others considered covering their own eyes. The looks on the women's faces ranged from abject fear, to curiosity, to absolute glee.
Nothing like these two beings had ever entered their little community. The differences were indeed quite intriguing.
Daphne, the taller female scrutinized the similarities between the two captives. "Do you think all of their race look like this?"
"One can hope. Shall we untie them?"
"No, we must make sure they will not harm us first." Both women quieted as one of their captives began to stir.
Daniel tried to groan, but to do that you had to breathe and apparently breathing didn't appear to be an option for him right now. The last thing he remembered was hanging upside down next to Cameron. Mitchell!!
Jackson forced his eyes to open. Looking over to his left, Daniel was relieved to see Mitchell's blurry form tied to a post a few feet away.
Relieved that Cam was at least somewhat okay, Daniel began to take stock of himself. Having his arms stretched over his head was definitely not the most comfortable position, especially considering the blue tinge that started at his shoulder, run down his rib cage and disappeared under the waistband of his underwear.
Why was he in his underwear, and better yet, why was he hearing women giggling?
He slowly raised his head, afraid of what he might find. Sure enough, 50 scantily clad women laughing at him was not high on his list of "good" things. Although, one almost came to expect it with this job. Almost.