It was the sound of her cell door that woke her from the dead sleep. At first, she didn't know where she was and then in on single, horrible, gut wrenching instant, she remembered everything.
She was taken by them, the slender, gray aliens with the large black emotionless eyes. They performed horrid, inhuman tests and experiments on her. She was kept in a tiny cell while they fashioned other brutal acts to perform on her. She had no concept of how long she had been kept prisoner on their ship. There were other creatures on their ship as well, creatures that her mind couldn't even comprehend.
Finally, though, she wasn't alone, alone being the only human on the ship. There was another, a man, in the cell adjoining hers. He wasn't from the states like she was. He was from somewhere else, somewhere where she didn't recognize his language.
She suddenly remembered his hand.
She squeezed her hand, the hand that was still enclosed in his, the hand that was stretched out between the two cells via a vent.
The thin gray aliens stood motionless in her door way, staring blankly at her. It occurred that they only ever stared blankly at her, and then she realized they had come for her.
She released the hand of the man whose name she knew, somehow, was Dฤnoar. She put her back flat against the wall she had laid parallel to all night.
"I don't want to go." she said defiantly, her body beginning to shake, "Leave me alone. Just leave me alone."
There were three, all approximately the same height. The one to the right cocked its head at her. She hated them with a passion that she couldn't even begin to explain. Yet she feared them. She feared their touch. Their smooth, expressionless faces and their black pools for eyes, that only reflected her pale, horror struck face.
She started to feel sick, the wrenching in her stomach and intestines and her shaking became violent. She didn't know much about psychology, or disorders, but she knew she suffered from some kind of traumatic stress disorder.
She knew it was useless but she began her pleading, "Please, please don't do this." she sobbed, "Just leave me alone. Let me die."
She knew deep down that death was not the worst there was. Death would be a release for her. A freedom from the hell she went through while under their control.
They advanced on her, and she simply began to scream.
They were stronger than they looked, this always surprised her.
Her screaming was echoed by a male voice. Dฤnoar was yelling from the other side of the wall. There was also a rhythmic pounding that came from the wall that split their cells.
The three aliens paused momentarily to exchange glances and then briefly looked at the wall.
They almost never spoke. Sometimes, they would make a clicking or a humming but never any tangible sounds that could be taken for real language.
They pulled her out of her cell and down a long, curved, gray corridor. She had taken this path several times before and it never ended well.
