Page 106 of The Mating Games


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She was ethereal, her skin shimmering like a pool of liquid silver.

Multiple sets of translucent wings, akin to those of a dragonfly, sprouted from her back, fluttering sporadically as if agitated.

Her eyes were deep, almost black, but they twinkled like a clear night sky filled with stars.

Every few moments, the colors of her skin would shift, reflecting the emotions she felt — blues for calmness, reds for agitation, and a peculiar shade of green that I couldn’t interpret.

In the next room, I found something that truly shook me.

The layout was the same, except the female at the center was a femalehuman.

She looked exhausted, her skin pallid and her eyes swollen, likely from tears.

Her chestnut hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes torn and soiled.

She looked beaten but not broken, her spirit evident in the defiant set of her jaw.

As our eyes met, her gaze pleaded for help, a silent cry of desperation.

My heart constricted painfully.

These females, regardless of species, were trapped in the same horrifying game as I had been, with little hope of escape.

“We need to help them,” I whispered urgently to Jayas, unable to tear my eyes away from the human.

Jayas hesitated, his jaw clenching, “We can’t, Aurora.”

“But she’s like me! We can’t just leave her!” I exclaimed, feeling a rush of anger, grief, and confusion all at once.

His fingers tightened around my arm, and he pulled me closer, his voice low and filled with a painful resignation. “Every second we linger is a moment closer to being caught. Right now, we need to focus on gettingourselvesout.”

“But Jayas—” I started, my voice breaking.

He cut me off. “There’s no time, Aurora.”

With that, he continued to pull me away, guiding me down the vast corridor.

As we walked briskly, my gaze darted from door to door, each revealing a similar scene.

An endless array of pods, alien species, and females in distress.

The scale of the operation was staggering.

The question loomed heavy: what kind of beings would concoct such a perverse game?

And why?

Purely forentertainment?

My mind raced, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what I was seeing.

Were we on a mothership?

How many games like ours existed on this one vessel alone?

And how many vessels were there?

Jayas and I navigated through several more corridors, taking sharp turns and doubling back a few times to avoid patrols.

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