May wanted to crawl under the table when two different New Species entered the room. The first had white hair, beautiful long white hair and piercing blue eyes. The second was dark. Everything about him was dark. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. He looked at her and through her, as if he could read her thoughts. May felt herself begin to panic. She didn't know what was about to happen, but she feared she wouldn't be able to continue her deceit.
Tiger entered behind the two New Species, and behind him was Jericho, the guard whose name she had just learned when he was told to get one of these individuals.
Tiger pointed, "This is Snow and this is Darkness," he told her.
Any other time May would have smiled, their names were so incredibly apt, "I'm going to let them take over the questions," he told her, "be honest."
May nodded and watched him leave. Jericho stood, his arms crossed.
"Ms. Taylor," Darkness said, and then repeated, "Ms. Taylor. Look at me. Only at me, do you understand?"
Crap! May thought, her reaction delayed because she was paying attention to Jericho and not focusing on responding to her fake name.
"Ms. Taylor?" he said.
"Yes," May answered, "I'm sorry. Yes, I understand."
Darkness narrowed his eyes at her, "Tell me your story. From the beginning."
"I spiked the dessert with the breeding drug, B-47," she said.
"Yes," Darkness said, "You mentioned that. What does a breeding drug do?"
May hesitated. She had no idea what the drug did, "It's a fertility drug?" she said.
"If it's a fertility drug, Ms. Taylor," Darkness said "why would you spike all of our desserts. You must know that New Species can't have children."
"I.." May stuttered, "I don't know. I'm sure Roger Werner had a reason."
"You were in a relationship with Roger Werner?" he asked her.
"Yes," May said.
"Are you still?"
May paused. Damnit. She was messing this up, big time. They were going to know she was lying and then her sister would be killed.
"No," May answered, remembering the part about the trust fund suddenly.
"Why would you give drugs to New Species?" Darkness asked, watching her closely. He eyeballed the other New Species, Snow, the one with the white hair. He moved closer to May and then, before May could blink, had his hand around her throat, and had put her on her back on the table. He kept his hand on her throat and snarled in her face.
"No lies," he threatened.
May felt her heart pounding. When she looked in this man's eyes, she saw nothing, absolutely nothing. With her hands still pinned behind her back, May couldn't pull his hands off of her throat. She was completely vulnerable to whatever they decided to do to her.
"I.." her voice stuck, "I hate New Species."
Snow's eyes widened and she heard a growl, and then a hiss from inside the room.
His hand tightened on her throat, "Why, Ms. Taylor," he asked, his fingers pressing on her carotid artery, "Why do you hate New Species?"
May was too scared to answer. Remember, remember. She couldn't remember why, what had Walker told her?
"I just," May choked out, "I hate them."
Snow snarled at her, moving his face closer to hers, "What is your plan?"
"My plan?" May asked, confused.
Abruptly, Snow released her, pacing away from her. Darkness hadn't left his chair. He had crossed his arms and was sitting back, observing her. Jericho, on the other hand, looked agitated. His weapon was held loosely, but his torso was thrust forward, like he wanted to move and was willing himself to stay in place.
"Jericho," Darkness said over his shoulder, "Leave."
May looked at him, sadly. He must hate her now, but it was the way it had to be.
"She is very small," Jericho said, suddenly.
Darkness didn't look at him, "Leave, Jericho."
Jericho stood for another moment, then, as if releasing pent up rage, kicked a nearby chair and slammed out of the room. May jumped and Darkness stood up. May had slid shakily into the chair, but as he loped around the table toward her, she stood up again.
"Ms. Taylor," Darkness said, his voice low and smooth, "You are lying. I don't know why you are lying, but…"
"Darkness!" Tiger opened the door, interrupting them, "We need to go to the Wild Zone. NOW!"
Darkness leapt away from May, not asking any questions. May's body shook and she took a wobbly step backward when her knees threatened to collapse. Her back touched the hard chest of Snow.
"I guess it's just us," he said and put a hand on her shoulder, spinning her to face him.
May swallowed, her hands clenching in the handcuffs as Snow tilted his head to look at her. She didn't like the way he was examining her, like he was looking for a weakness, a soft spot he could exploit.
He moved fast, faster than any human could move, picking May up and throwing her back onto the table. Her head smacked into the steel top, making her teeth slam together and bite her tongue. She felt her mouth fill with blood. She swallowed and gagged at the taste.
With one hand, Snow grasped her throat, but he ran the other slowly down her body.
"There are ways," he said, watching the progression of his hand, "that a female's body can ache without being in pain."
May felt his hand on her stomach, the heat from his skin burning hers. His fingers dipped under the waistband of her jeans. One long finger teasing the elastic band of her underwear. May tried to jerk her hips away, turning her body to the side. It made him move his hand, but he just gripped her hip and pressed it hard into the table. With one move, he slid between her legs, pressing his body against her core and leaning over her. His face was so close to hers that she could see all the shades of blue in his eyes, and that his hair wasn't white, but a thousand different colors of yellow and silver. May bit down on her lip, trying to keep her cries from escaping. She saw Snow's nostrils flare as he breathed in her scent. His head lowered to her neck, and she felt his teeth lightly trace the cord in her neck.
"I could just bite down," he whispered in her ear, ever so softly, "I could bite down just a little, and you would bleed out. Don't make me do that." He pulled back so he could look in her face.
May shook her head at him.
"No?" Snow said, "No, don't rip out your throat? Don't hurt you even though you have said you hate my people? That you hate them enough to poison them?"
May shut her eyes against his words, tears leaking out the sides despite her best attempts to keep them back.
She felt him press his hips into her core. She could feel his arousal. He moved slowly, thrusting into her gently, and May cried out, "Stop!"
She was prepared for death, for torture, but she wasn't prepared to be raped. The word was torn from her lips, but then she pressed them together. Whatever you have to do, she told herself, whatever you have to do to get her free.
May heard the door slam open behind her and a deep angry voice growled, "Enough. Stop it. I will not allow you to force mount her."
Snow's eyes flickered up to take in the person that had just entered the room, but he didn't move.
"Go away, Jericho," he said quietly, warningly, "I am doing my job."
He thrust into her once more, and then suddenly, his entire weight left her body.
"I said, enough," Jericho ground out.
May turned her body to the side, wanting to curl up into herself until she could disappear completely.
She felt new hands, gentler hands, lift her up and seat her in the chair.
"We will wait here for Darkness, as he would have told us had he not left so abruptly," Jericho said.
May sniffed, and rubbed her face on her shoulder, trying to dry her tears. She didn't know if she was messing everything up. She had no idea what Walker's plan was. How long did she need to do this? Why didn't they just kill her or send her to jail? What did they possibly think she could tell them?
"Go," Jericho told Snow.
Snow took one more long, meaningful glance at May, and slowly walked to the door, opening it quietly, and exited.
"Do not speak to me," Jericho said, getting May's attention, "I do not want to hear your voice, human."
May felt sadness envelop her, it was what she expected. She looked down at the floor, and nodded her head. She would wait for what was to come. There was nothing else she could do.