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ex. She looked down at the grating of the floor, her face flaming. "The whole purpose of this is to look at you. I cannot do so when you hide yourself from me." "I... can't." Her mouth had gone completely dry, her voice little more than a whisper. A finger lifted her chin until she found herself looking at that striking male face, his gaze so unlike any man she'd ever looked upon before. "Arms at your side, human." She closed her eyes as she did it, clutching the sides of her thighs lest she try to cover herself once more. The tension in the air ratcheted a notch higher as she waited, her chest rising and falling as she breathed frantically, hating the way it made her breasts move. He made a deep sound, a cross between a hum and a sigh. Then he began to walk around her once more, and she opened her eyes again as he passed behind her, the heat of his gaze on her ass like a brand. Somehow, she knew she wasn't to look behind her, that it would be perceived as refusing to do as told. He stopped, out of her field of vision, leaving her to stare at the blank, smooth metal of the wall ahead of her. She had never liked her ass; she'd always thought it was too big, her hips wider than she knew was fashionable. She envied those women who had pert little bottoms, and narrow, gently curved hips. Having this... alien stare at it, only reminded her of that fact. It was an utterly absurd time to think such thoughts, but the urge to cover her backside with her hands was overpowering. Just do as he says. You need time to think about how the hell you're getting out of this. She knew her chances of escape were approximately as good as winning an arm-wrestling contest against her giant captor but that wouldn't stop her from trying. Then he stood before her again, closer this time, and she craned her head up to look at him, needing to show she wasn't afraid even if the truth was quite the opposite. Something played at the corners of his lips. "You are called Rose, yes?" She could only manage a nod, trying to ignore the way his gaze coursed avidly over her displayed nudity. He touched her hair with a gentleness that seemed completely at odds with the immense strength he so obviously possessed. "Most appropriate." She turned her head away, not liking one bit the hint of comfort that soft touch imparted. She was no fool. This was only the beginning. "What's your name?" The question leapt from her lips so unexpectedly, her mouth dropped open with her gasp. Stupid girl! "I am Lieutenant Kosha of the Yaanfahr Survey Corps, but you may call me 'Sir.' For now." She cleared her throat, willing herself to speak in a voice that didn't betray how helpless she felt at that instant. "For now?" "In time, you will not be allowed to speak at all." A chill ran down her spine. "W-why?" "Because you will have to earn that right." Oh shit. "Hold your hands out." "What?" "Your hands." He extended one of his, upturned, the massive palm as big as a dinner plate. Haltingly, she complied, and in moments, metallic bracelets were affixed to her wrists. Lined with a soft cloth that was actually quite comfortable, the outsides of the cuffs gleamed with a dazzling array of colors, as if an energy field of some sort danced along the smooth surface. "These stay on. No matter what." "What the...?" "Put your hands behind your back." "No!" It was beginning, and though she knew he'd have no trouble compelling her by force, she still couldn't bring herself to obey him. She wasn't going to be that easy. His hands closed around her upper arms, squeezing brutally tight, drawing her wrists together until the cuffs touched. "We'll have to address this too." Suddenly the cuffs heated up, and he let go of her arms. "What the... fuck?" Though she pulled at the manacles with all her strength, the cuffs stayed together, wrist crossed over wrist, refusing to move even a fraction of an inch. "Those don't come apart until I allow it. And if you continue this behavior, that's not going to be anytime soon. Do you understand?" "I understand"-she grunted as she twisted, futilely, at her