I hate this cage. It’s small and cold and it zaps me if I touch the bars. My captor is staring at me from the outside. He’s huge, red and so alien it makes my skin creep. Especially those snake-like scales he has. He looks at me with icy, penetrating eyes. Like I’m a specimen in a lab. There is definitely movement in his pants. I know why. Aliens really like to get Earth girls pregnant. I hate the cage. But I hate that alien freak even more.
If he gives me just a tiny opening, I’ll try to kill him. I can be freaky, too.
She’s tiny and round and irresistible. Her frightened scent makes me dizzy. I’m glad I caught her. I can put her to good use. My own species is almost extinct. I will bring it back, using this alien female. It will be a great pleasure.
She’s mine now.
Note: This is a standalone story.