holding the bottle of water out for him to take a drink from.
He took it and smiled. "No actually, and that’s why I’m here. You and the rest of the girls need to get out of here. Luckily the guys they picked up haven’t said anything, or they just don’t know anything. Either way, you’re all expendable and that’s not a good thing."
She swallowed hard. Expendable didn’t sound like a good thing to be. "I wouldn't imagine so."
He chuckled. "Truth is they want me to seduce you, gain your trust and then fuck you, but that’s not going to happen. Neither of us are guinea pigs." he said putting her leg down and picking the other up.
~35~
"And then kill me? Why? Guinea pigs for what? And if seduction was on the cards you didn't have to put me in a cage, call me old fashioned, but a nice restaurant and a bottle or two of house red normally does it." Or it would have back when she’d had a sex life.
He smiled at her, a dazzling display of perfect teeth. "I’ll remember that, though I doubt it will be something for the future. As for Guinea pig, I told you it’s the Lamia bullshit. But still what they want is part of my plan..."
"Ok I'll play..." She said still not trusting him, despite her body’s assurances that he was all-good.
"Before I even tell you the plan? Shit it’s gotta be the calf massages."
"Not quite. I'm agreeing to hear the plan." She shook her head glad that at least she sounded more confident than she felt, a definite perk of her job. "Tell you what, I'll put you in that cage for god knows how long and then see how agreeable you are to escape."
He laughed. "No more cage, and just so you know, you have only been in the cage about eight hours."
"And them?" She nodded over to the other cages.
"They all had this choice too... Some guy, not me mind you, got to play hero to them, take them out, seduce them, sex, which I’m sure most of them were cool with. When it was done they had a day then were put back in the cage. So far as I know none of them have been hurt, but some have been in the cages for a few days. Cristof has been trying to get them to change but again, I think it’s highly unlikely."
"Why?" She tried to keep the horror from her face. The whole situation was plain barbaric, how could anyone think to do this to another living person all in the hope that they’d shift into a snake.
"I told you the Lamia project."
"No why won’t..." She shook her head; if he didn’t believe in shifters she wasn't about to change his mind. Why they hadn’t shifted was of no immediate concern to her. Her own shift wouldn’t come for weeks and by then she’d be long gone. "So, you’re helping me escape?"
He nodded. "Yes." he smiled. "I’m going to do this as they planned, but you’re going to escape, with keys to a jeep that’s been planted a mile from here, east. I play incapacitated, say I underestimated you. You need to get that paper I gave you to the authorities and save the girls. Once you escape, you will only have forty-eight hours to get them back here, or the facility will have moved.
You won’t be escaping tonight though. We have to make this believable."
"Oh." She blinked taking it all in. "Ok... I get it."
Homer smiled, more then relived. "Good. So, shall we play this up? Start the ruse?"
"What’s going to happen to them?"
"Anna will be on guard for them tonight. She will feed them, and she lets them out. Most of them are too weak to run, or been here too long, the fights taken outta them."
"And then?" she asked not wanting to know the answer. She didn't trust him one bit, there was the chance he was just being crueler than the others telling her what he was going to do well before he was going to do it. Giving her hope before locking her back in the cage and crushing her like one of those poor girls. The fact that they haven’t changed meant that there was a chance they weren’t even Ophidians. In her experience with men, the sexier and kinder they pretended to be
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