The next chapter is up!
WARNING: Brief Nudity in this chapter.
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It was hard to tell how long she has been here now.
It was the same routine with Natalie. Someone came in with a trey of food three times a day. And she'd wake up each morning to a fresh set of clothes. And the clothes consisted of the same plain outfit, a light grey, cotton tank, with matching grey cotton pants.
Using the toilet and shower was a very awkward endeavor for her.
Especially, after being here for some time, she noticed a small camera up in the corner of the cell. Which meant that they were watching her every move.
It made her skin crawl to think that they were watching her strip and shower.
Didn't help that the shower and toilet were on the opposite side of the cell and if they wanted to, the strange being could easily see her stripping down to wash herself too.
Though so far, it seems like whenever she did shower or use the toilet, he wasn't anywhere in front of the small openings. At least, not that she had seen. There were times where her back was to the opposite wall. And he could've sneaked a peak then.
Natalie likes to remind herself though, that it was an alien. And probably had no concept of what she was doing or anything about her or her kinds' anatomy.
Yeyinde was currently seething.
He looked down at a raw patch on his lower arm. It was obvious these bastards had taken samples of his skin from him. And this isn't the first time they took a piece from him.
He once awoken back in his cell and felt some minute discomfort coming from one of his tresses. The young hunter carefully pinpoints the one that was bothering him and pulled it over his shoulder to look at it.
And that is when he noticed about an inch and a half of the tip of one of the long tresses was gone.
That royally pissed him off. These tresses were essential sensory organs to his kind. And they were not meant to be toyed with. And now here they severed off the tip of one of them. Now there was a nub covered in a strange thin, white fabric there.
These oomans were smart. He couldn't even attack them once they entered his cell. Because he noted that his cell would fill with a strange gas that would knock him out.
Sometimes he'd partially awaken to find himself tightly strapped down to a table with a small handful of oomans decked out in white clothing hovering over him.
He wanted to lash out at them, but he was never fully conscious enough to do so. It was apparent they went through great lengths to keep him sedated during these little 'procedures' of theirs.
It didn't take Yeyinde long to put it all together. When they wanted him for something, they would gas his cell, and wait until he passed out, before they went in and got him.
Then they would load him up onto a table, strap him down, and have their way with him.
It was a very degrading and humiliating experience for him. The young warrior at this point felt like death would've been a better outcome for him.
For many yautja, it was better to perish during a hunt or great battle.
But to be held imprisoned like this to be poked and prodded like a deranged science experiment, it was disgraceful. And he hopes when he gets out of here, he'll be able to gain back the honor he feels he has lost during this capture.
It was never a question of 'if'. Yeyinde knew he'd find a way out of here eventually. And when he does, there will be hell to pay for all the oomans here that stand in his way.
In the meantime, he hopes his pod is ok. If there were oomans looking about in the woods for it, he doubts they would be able to find it.
The young hunter moved the pod to a different location. In a very secluded area that would've proven near impossible for any ooman to get to. He made sure it was a place that only he'd be able to get to.
His trophy skulls were still tucked away safely inside. Before his capture, he had up to a total of five skulls. Which was already a pretty good amount for the short time he was on Earth.
It gave him some assurance and comfort knowing the pod and his trophies were safe.
Yeyinde will admit though, he was starting to go a little stir crazy in here with nothing to do, and constantly being surrounded by the thick metal walls.
He looked to the door, wishing he could get through it. The door was something he could most likely get through. But when he tried, gas would quickly shoot out of the vents near the door. And he'd find himself blacking out again.
This was something that happened whenever he tried to either grab the door handle or try to throw his weight into it. And this gas was very potent and worked quite fast.
He wouldn't get more than two body slams into the thick reinforced door before he started to feel the effects from the gas.
It was aggravating, every time he tried to think of something, the plan seemed to fall through. But he refused to give up. And he kept on plotting and conspiring ways to get out.
Then as his bright yellow green eyes shifted to the tiny windows in the wall, his thoughts drifted to the small ooman female that was as equally trapped as him.
Every now and then he would look in on her. Sometimes, he'd find her pacing around the room. Other times he saw her doing what looked like pushups and sit ups.
And of course, there were still times he'd hear her from time to time, crying. And just like the first time he heard her cry, Yeyinde would purr to her.
Sometimes he hates the fact that he would do such a thing for an ooman. But it was only natural to purr to females who were upset. All the males of his kind would do so if they came across one who was upset, distressed, or even angry.
Especially, when a female yautja was angry. Because a pissed off female was something you wanted to steer clear from if possible. Because they won't hesitate to take out their frustrations on whatever it is that is bothering them. And if you happened to be caught in the crossfire, expect a nice long visit to the med bay.
He quickly grew bored of sitting against the wall of his cell and got up.
Yeyinde heard a slight squeak of metal followed by a light hissing sound. It was a sound he came fairly familiar with since he's been here. It meant that the shower was on and in use.
He recalls the first time he decided to use the one in his cell. At first, he didn't know how to start the damn thing. Usually, the ones on the ship or back home were motion activated.
The ones in these cells, clearly were not.
He became a little frustrated when he stepped under it the first time, and nothing happened. Then he looked down and saw a round metal object sticking out from the wall a couple feet below the nozzle.
The young hunter pressed on it, but nothing happened. Then he grasped it and felt it move a little. He cocked his head and gripped it again and started to turn it.
That's when it gave, and he felt the water come pouring out from the spout above him. Now he knew when he wanted the water on or off, he had to turn the small round piece of metal that jutted from the wall.
Back to the present, he heard the shower going in the next cell. Which meant that the female must be using it.
Yeyinde never bothered going over to the wall before when this occurred. But he was very bored and had nothing better to do. So, he quietly approached the wall and peered through one of the openings.
He saw her, beneath the spout, completely nude.
The young hunter eyed her up and down as she let the water run over her and use this small oval object to scrub her body with. This is the first time he'd ever seen her without clothing on.
It was interesting, her anatomy closely resembled the females of his kind. Though similar, the proportions were the only thing that differ. Yautja females toward over the males but had a much slender frame. But many of them were busty with rounded hips for childbearing.
This ooman female was not all that different in that aspect. Her perky breasts were rather small and not busty. But that made sense because she didn't have a big frame. Everything about her was very petite.
They tapered into small pink tips. And her flat abdomen tapered down to a mound between her legs. And her hips curved and flared out giving her nice curves to her toned, pale body.
He let out a couple clicks as his eyes drifted back down to her sex. And that's when he heard her gasp. His eyes shot back up to her face and he saw her staring back at him, eyes wide and her full lips parted, giving her a rather surprised expression.
She quickly covered herself with her arms. Then she went and grabbed a long thin cloth folded up on the floor a few feet away. The ooman female quickly unraveled it and wrapped it around herself.
Yeyinde furrowed his eye ridges and wondered what that was all about. He didn't understand why she was so startled and surprised that he saw her.
Natalie took her time with the shower, letting the warm spray wash over her body, and using the bar of soap that was provided for her to scrub herself clean.
The water especially felt good, because they always kept it quite cold in her cell. Sure, she didn't mind the AC blaring, especially on a very hot summer day.
But it was constant in here, and it felt like the temperature was constantly in the mid-high fifties in here. So, when the warm water shot out of the spout, goosebumps quickly littered her body at the sudden temperature change.
She was showering for around five minutes, turning this way and that, making sure she scrubbed everywhere. Natalie than turned around and was facing the wall across the cell, where the tiny windows were.
At first when she looked over, there was no sign of alien man there, like usual. She closed her eyes for a few moments, as she enjoyed the warm water and ran the soap bar across her torso.
Then she thought she heard a couple clicks from across the way. And when she opened her eyes, Natalie was surprised to see a familiar pair of yellowish green eyes staring down at her fully nude figure.
She let out a small gasp, and felt her cheeks redden.
Then she went and quickly snatched the towel from the floor, unraveled it and covered herself with it. The young woman continued to stare at the large being that still kept his gaze on her.
There were no noises after those initial clicks, and he was just silent.
Without taking her eyes off of him, she went back over to the shower and reached over, turning the knob and twisting it until it turned off. It was a little creepy that his gaze followed her as she did this.
Natalie pulled the thin towel over her shoulder and pulled the front tightly closed.
She wanted to dry off and quickly get back into her clothes. But she wanted him to stop staring at her first. There was no way in hell she was going to remove the towel until he turned or walked away.
The young woman got her wish a minute after that thought.
His gaze averted as he turned and walked away from the opening. Natalie closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Then she walked over to the cot and pulled the folded-up tank top from atop the folded-up pants sitting on the edge of the cot.
Natalie used the towel to dry herself off good, before she slipped everything on.
She shuddered as she thought about how creepy and strange that was. That was the first time she actually saw him watching her. And now, Natalie was starting to wonder if that was the first time he has.
Or has he watched her all along when she showered and just hasn't realized it?
The young woman keeps trying to remind herself that he was an alien and probably didn't know what he was looking at or what she was doing. She also kept reminding herself that there was a thick wall of metal between him and her.
And for the most part, it meant that she was safe from him.
"He seems to show some interest with the girl in the next cell. Ever since they were both brought in a couple months ago, there were plenty of times we saw him walk over and watch her from the small viewing windows." One man stated as he watched the screens to both cells.
"I would like to run a couple more tests on him before we make a decision. So far, all we know about him is that he can be very violent when it comes to our kind.
Richison and his team gave us a full detailed report about what he did to a small group of men when they discovered him. And stated it was quite brutal. One of the men were sliced into barely recognizable small chunks from a strange net that was stuck to the brick wall.
And the other two were viciously run through with sharp weapons. One of which greatly resembled a spear.
It's just a shame he cannot communicate with us. It would be great to hear what he could tell us. All we can do, is learn everything we can about him through taking samples from him and studying his tech.
But...I'm still quite curious to see how he would react if we put this woman in a cell with him." The second man stated.
The first one stared at him, "Sir? Would that be wise? I mean, we have seen the way he has been observing her and looking at her. Even now when he watched her shower. It may not be a good idea to stick them together."
The second man snorted, "Oh, and what is it you'll think he will do? We can't possibly know what he's thinking when he watches her. For all we know he's probably wondering what she's doing. Not to mention with how different he looks; he probably views us to be just as hideous as in the same way we think of his ugly mug."
Perhaps, but the first man who was watching the screen didn't seem all that convinced. He was trained to read body language in people. And the body language he was getting from the alien male was interest in what he was looking at.
He would be the first to admit he'd be concerned for this woman's safety if they did decide to put her in with this large male alien.
"And if we're wrong about him being curious?" The first man inquired.
The second one just smirked, "Well, then it would make for an interesting development wouldn't it. Perhaps it could be part of one of our next experiments with him. And it will make the woman more useful to us."
The first man could barely hide or mask his revulsion at what his colleague just insinuated. He basically just told him he would be perfectly fine with putting the woman in with this creature and if it decided along the way to rape her, then oh well, it was science.
"When are you going to prep him for his next procedure?" The first man asked.
"I'll run it by with our head scientist, see if he can start tomorrow. Then after that, I may like to have the woman put in with him." The second one stated.
The first man just stared at him, "Just what are you hoping to get out of that outcome, Lt. Pearson?"
The Lieutenant just grins at him.
"Results. What else? And if you ask the scientists, I'm sure they would agree with it whole heartedly too." He replied.
Then Lt. Pearson turned around and left the camera room, leaving his colleague behind to ponder his thoughts on the matter.
The first man rubbed his chin and turned his gaze back to the screen. The young woman now sat on the bed, staring ahead at the wall on the opposite side of the room.
While the alien, went about pacing his cell. Every now and then, he would look around and his gaze would shoot to the small window openings that showed into one another's cells.
Until Next Time ;)