Jess stirred slightly from her slumber waking to the soft breeze on her face, her vision blurry as she focused her vision on a light blinking recessed in the roof. Slowly rising from her position, Jess's body trembled from whatever drugs were flowing through her system. Her head felt top heavy and the urge to vomit suddenly overwhelmed. Cradling her body and leaning her head back she felt that breeze again. Focusing her eyes more, she took note of her surroundings. A dark rusted like metal cell with a light and a vent to keep her company. Looking more intensely, she focused on the door.

It was a heavy solid door, intricately patterned and gave a foreboding presence in the cell as a soft light glowed under the door, beckoning her to come outside for freedom. But where was she? She had no idea.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the events that lead her here. She remembered jogging through the park in the evening. She concentrated harder on her breathing and slowly released a breath as the memory of being struck by something and falling to the ground. The memory faded to darkness and remembered feeling helpless and then the presence of someone was standing near. Opening her eyes, she took a longer look around as the realisation of the matter stuck her. She had been abducted. Jess let out a whimpering cry before covering her mouth as if giving away her position.

Feeling over her body for bruises or tell-tale signs of rape, Jess found nothing. Sighing relief yet fearing what was to come, Jess stood in front of the door that stopped her from escaping and yelled for help.

Nothing. Her voice echoed outside around the area, bouncing off walls she could not see.

Jess got down to her knees and called out through the gap between the door and the floor. She could see other cells down the hall…

Backing away from the door, she sat and thought about her situation. Where there others trapped here as well?

A voice rang out to her, muffled and pleading. Jess rushed back to the door and called back to them. More voices rang out. But they were muffled, broken and so far away. She slumped back to the floor and the tears rolled down her face. She tasted them, the warm salt stinging her dry tongue but so good to taste.

Positioning herself in the middle of the floor she outstretched her arms and let her mind wander from thought to thought, memories, possibilities. They felt like trivial nothing as she laid here trapped. At least for the moment, nothing had happened and she hoped nothing will.

She closed her eyes and dreamt of the darkness and running, and a fierce blue eyed hunter that chased her and her rising lust in return.

Jess woke in the cell, hoping that whatever had happened was a dream but as the door opened and a masked seven foot man strode in and grabbed her by the arm her first instinct was to strike and she struggled not to panic and scream at the same time. He squeezed harder on her arm as he pulled her out and she lashed out with a kick. Another similarly masked man grabbed her other arm and walked her down the hall like a prisoner. She screamed and looked at the masked men. Their masks were adorned with black leather like hair and their bodies were painted in various reptile-like markings. Almost. It was their skin colour. Pushing that idea as stupid to the back of her mind before focusing on what they were wearing, or what they weren't wearing. They were dressed like natives of sort. Had she been kidnapped by a cult?

Jess was dragged to a room where she was chained to a post, her clothes stripped bare off her body. Screaming and looking around for help or an exit, she struggled with the captors again. They were impossibly tall. Who were they?

Soon more people were brought into the room and chained and tied in a similar fashion. All looking at each other with pleading eyes, as a machine from the ceiling lowered itself to the middle of the floor. As it did, it branded each person with a mark that was different from anything she had ever seen. The machine disappeared into the roof as each post raised itself onto its own platform and slowly made a line towards the door from which the captors had gone. One by one, a platform would go in and after a while, come out empty. Jess tried to see where the platform in front of her was going but was only greeted by darkness. Her turn would be next and she prayed that it would be ok.

She watched the other doors open as an empty platform pushed through and felt the platform beneath her lurch forwards before rolling towards the darkness. As it rolled forward into the darkness it came to a sudden stop and a single light beamed down upon her. The chains at her hands slowly pulled her hands up high overhead. The light heating down upon her started to make her sweat and anxious.

One of the captors walked towards her and slowly removed his mask. She gasped pulling as far back as she could as she looked upon the face of the Yautja guard. Sensing her fear, he moved closer to grab her face. Jess moved further back, her chains cutting as she kicked out again, striking his stomach and leg. She striked his knee harder and he lost his balance, stumbling back. Laughter, or what it sounded to be, surrounded the platform. There was more than one person or thing laughing at her. The guard rushed back to strike her in the face, his arm caught by another, hidden in the dark. The guard bowed to the entity in the dark and disappeared into the blackness.

Her saviour stepped into the light, taller then anyone she had ever seen. His frame was chiselled, strong and with very little clothing, left nothing to the imagination. Jess knew that this creature must have been some sort of warrior. His face was stern, but could not read the Yautja's face due to the way his mouth had mandibles. But she could see something in those eyes, those bright blue eyes. There was an ancient wisdom there as well as a burning, a passion.

Jess wasn't going to let him have any fun either and lashed out at him. He deflected her leg easily and moved in closer. Jess pushed and kneed and struggled to get him away from her, but to no avail, the years studying martial arts felt wasted.. Soon this male was pressed against her, stroking her head and smelling her hair. He moved in closer and smelt her shoulder. She shivered as one of his mandibles traced a gentle, but sharp line along her neck and shoulder. She was frightened and strangely aroused. He pulled back a little and traced a hand up the side of her body towards her chains. Undoing them and then gently picking her up, he turned and looked at her, cradled in his arms. There was something there in her eyes he could see, a passion and a yearning. She was now captured in an embrace stronger then the chains. She was entranced by this man-thing.

Jess trembled as she was led through another door, held in the arms of an alien male... One thought kept going through her mind. To get out...Jess rolled out of the male's arms unexpectedly running to the door. It felt awkward running naked, but she wanted to get out of here. This was unbelievable! Glancing back, the alien did not pursue her... only to be knocked on her back by another hidden in the dark. Jess hit the ground hard, struggling to get up, a dart hit her in the chest... Jess saw stars before she passed out.