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overnight. It was terrible to see, almost as though someone had marked a masterpiece. My teeth nibbled at the flesh of the inside of my lower lip, unsure what to do—looking at those cuts and bruises which I had caused with the snake lock was making anxiety fill me. I couldn’t look at it any longer.
    Kneeling down in front of her, I reached to her calves where the snake lock was joined. Pinching the mouth of it on each side caused the mouth to open, and pulling the end out a bit at the mouth gave the restraint some breathing room. Joining it once again and latching it in place, I looked up at her with a stern glare, "Do not try to use it being looser as a reason to fight with it more. It will end up just as it was before if you fight too much. If you just relax, it'll stay how it is."
    Amelia's crystal eyes were washed with relief; the lock clearly had been causing her a great deal of pain. My eyes wandered back to the deep cuts and black bruising on the exposed parts of her arms. I would need to get her some healing balm to make sure that those cuts didn't get infected. As soon as the thought passed through my mind, my eyes widened a bit. It was going beyond attraction if I wanted to help medicate and heal her. These feelings were beyond my control, almost as if they were instinctive, programmed into my DNA. I needed answers, but I had no idea where to even begin looking for them. "Thank you," she said in such a dulcet voice.
    I looked up to her eyes and for the first time, we actually held eye contact. It felt almost as though that was the first time we were truly looking at one another. A small smile pulled at the corners of my lips, glad to have reached some sort of middle ground with the girl. I gave her a nod in reply before standing. This whole situation was going to be a tricky one…
    And I needed to find a solution of some kind and fast before I had a full-fledged mutiny on my hands.

9
    Amelia
    I stared at the back of his head in bewilderment as he tinkered with what looked like a human map. I wasn’t shocked that he had a map, that was easy to get considering most humans carried maps in the colonies for their home colony; so it would have been easy to pluck one off of one of the dead colonists. It was his… lack of hostility towards me when he was at war with the humans on Shaviro. For being held captive and going to be perhaps used to make some sort political point, the treatment wasn’t actually that bad. While yes, being held against your will was terrible and I wanted to be free, considering the circumstances I had expected a much higher level of volatility. There were no beatings, rounds of torture, or even hunger or dehydrated. Granted that chair was really starting to kill my back, it was far better than some of the alternatives could have been. For the most part, he was strangely… gentle. Condescending and cocky, but gentle. He asked me quite a few times if the lock was getting too tight, if I was hungry, things of that nature. It struck me as odd, but it wasn’t like I was going to complain.
    Dracon moved to sit down as he looked at the map, his thumb stroking his chin as he studied it in deep thought with the green glow of the map showing on his face. He was strangely… attractive . It was a weird thought to even have, I had never had any interests in another species. Quite frankly, I had always found the thought weird. But Dracon was kind of sexy, to be an alien. He had such strong bone structure with a strong jaw and high cheekbones, and his umber skin was flawlessly wrapped around it. Well, he had scars on his knuckles and one rather deep looking one across his chest. It was clear to tell they were from the war. Tribal tattoos also covered the majority of his arms, shoulders, chest, and back. It wasn't the traditional tribal like humans had with thick lines, but were actually composed of perhaps quarter-inch thick lines with geometric lines rather than edges and swirls. His head was shaved on