More like concrete. ‘No. xxx18 ‘I don’t want to be a slave.’
‘Yet slave you are,’ her voice caresses my thoughts. ‘What kind of service?’ I really don’t want to know the answer. I think it was a voice, but I’m not sure if I actually heard anything. ‘Humans are uniquely qualified to serve our Masters’ need in non-reproductive sexual interaction.’
I flash images of earth’s version of sex slaves to Tahlana. As I step between them I hear the hissing sound again. ‘I see from your memories, even before you were gleaned you were a slave. I’m left to stare calmly straight ahead. None of that. I take a moment to inspect myself, and I seem to be all here.
