A whirring noise startles me, and though my brain commands me to flinch, the anesthetic and restraints ensure I can’t move. Hazmat returns, now holding a cylindrical thing with a sharpened point at the end. The moment he moves and repositions the holoscreen at the end of my feet, I want to run screaming from the room.
The crushing feeling of hopelessness suffocates me, and I hate it. I hate this.
My legs, already spread and restrained, provide Hazmat with easy access. The moment I feel a pressure at my center, my heart gallops. Hazmat glances at the holoscreen with a gurgle.
"So responsive! You'll make a perfect pet for me," he coos. "I'm sure the salty water you shed will taste delicious, but now isn't the time. Perhaps if Clija lets me buy you, then I can taste it. I can make you leak for me whenever I wish."
Make this nightmare stop. Please, gods, make it stop.
Suddenly the table I'm strapped to sinks nearly to the floor while my legs stay in the air, bent at the knees. I'm spread farther apart and horribly exposed so my most private area is right at Hazmat's face. This gives me a better view of his features, and that somehow makes it all so much worse.
"Hmm, it's such a shame you're paralyzed. I like when you humans squirm and squeal. Perhaps I can convince Clija to allow me to administer the next series of tests without the numbing agent. The pain will make you thrash beautifully."
I want to vomit. In fact, I might actually do so. My stomach is churning.
This alien is… awful. Just awful.
He shoves the device inside me and the pressure at my center increases until I feel a… a tearing sensation? It doesn't hurt, but that doesn't stop me from feeling that thing’s progress inside me. I can feel liquid dripping and pooling, and I just know it's blood.
Deeper and deeper it plunges until I feel an odd prick inside me. There's a sort of scratching in the deepest part of me, and my mind shuts down. I don't know how else to explain it; the panic is still there, and the terror, but I don't really feel it anymore.
"This is my favorite part," the alien says on a gurgle. A deeper pressure and poke, and the scratching intensifies. "It's not often we have a female human to toy with, and playing with your cervix is always a welcome treat. Any click now, and then we can get to the really fun part. Oh, there we go!"
The itching and scratching stop, and the pressure inside my core starts to disappear until that uncomfortably full feeling is gone completely. Hazmat holds up that cylindrical thing, and the blood is the first thing I see. When it went in, it was white, but now it's dark red. That knowledge should unsettle me more, but it just… doesn't.
The second thing I notice is the bloody lump of something at the end of it where the sharp end was. It takes me far too long to realize it's my flesh—flesh from my most private area. Flesh that shouldn't be removed.
Hazmat turns and takes the bloody tool with him. I lay there in a numb state, both mentally and physically, as I try to process what's happening.
I don't get any closer to answers or a solution when the alien turns back around, this time with another clear cylindrical tool in his hand that he roughly shoves into me. My blood eases the way, and it doesn't take long before it's pushed deep inside me, just as deep as the previous one.
The alien is humming again as he turns back to the counter and away from me, and the thing inside me starts to move. It's not poking or scratching like the last one, but stretching and deflating in all directions. I'd much rather have the other one inside me, because I can only imagine what this one is doing—probably mapping out my inside so they can see what sort of alien parts can fit inside me.
A beeping noise pulls me from those dark thoughts, and the voice that speaks is Clija’s.
"What perfect timing," he laughs. "Lords, this is the modified humans I spoke of—my female.Sventik, move us closer."
"Yes, Clija," Hazmat says with unrestrained glee.
The device keeps moving inside me, giving them all quite a show, I imagine. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but thankfully, I’m still numb. At least there’s one good thing going for me right now.
There’s a lot of off laughter and grunting, but it goes over my head as I close my eyes. I don't know how long it goes on for, but eventually something Hazmat—Sventik—says has me paying better attention.
"…wonderful news."
"What?" Clija asks harshly. "Spit it out."
"You modified human female is pregnant." Sventik sounds both excited and disappointed, and I don't understand the odd mix of emotions.
Utter silence from my audience.
"Well, that is good news," Clija finally says. "How many?"
"It's too soon to tell."
"Very well. And the father?"
"The green-scaled male, Clija."