Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors. It’s a hundred jillion degrees here today and my office is the hottest room in the house (surely from all the steamy scenes penned herein) so I’ll make this short and sweet. I’m continuing to share from my erotic m/m space-opera-in-progress, From Mars, With Love. Last week the slave ship in which Eli is held captive came under attack. Alas, have the marines arrived too late to save Eli? (I know you’re on pins and needles about this.) Here’s last week’s post. One of these days I’ll assemble them all on this website so those who are interested can catch up.
The flexi-steel walls of the ship shuddered. The bot’s eyeball light went out and it crashed to the floor.
“Well, isn’t that a fine—” the asteroider wrung his hands, frozen with indecision.
“Hostile Boarding Protocol – Level One,” the loudspeaker crackled. The asteroider spun around and with a flick of his fingers, erased the stream of data about the ring. The screen flashed DELETED and disappeared. He then scrambled around the pod, detached Eli’s wrist, shoved his arm in the pod and slammed the lid shut. Eli heard the hiss of the seal and immediately began to pull at the wires attaching him to the machine. He wanted to be awake for this, and most of all, he didn’t want to lie there helpless a second longer.
There was no release mechanism inside the pod, all the more irritating when it started to fill with gelatinous goo.
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