Chapter Twenty
FUCK, IT WAS BAD THIS TIME.
Worse than bad.
They knew. They had to know I’d finally welcomed a woman into my home.
I thought they’d be happy. That they’d give me a reprieve from the steady drip of burning agony—so I’d actually have the energy to have sex.
Hadn’t they wanted a scenario like this?
They wanted me to get close to someone—to break my steadfast rule never to condemn a child of mine to this endless suffering.
I could’ve raped the invaders they sent my way. I could’ve turned into an absolute monster and had my fill with hundreds of women, but...I didn’t.
Not because I liked being a twenty-nine-year-old celibate virgin but because I refused to take even the slimmest chance that I could get one of them pregnant.
I’d geld myself before that ever happened.
They’d even slipped drugs into my system when I was at the height of puberty—designed to override my stubbornness and make me burn with lust. That level of pain had been almost unbearable, and if Whisper hadn’t been there to chase away the girls who tried to sneak into my bed, I might have done something very regretful.
At least they’d stopped trying to make me perform like a human stallion, yet I couldn’t understand why the pain was excruciatingly bad.
My veins scorched to dust.
My blood transformed into flames.
My heart pounded faster and faster, reaching that critical moment that triggered the vitalsync core to dose me with a sedative.
My teeth clenched so hard I almost cracked them. Sweat poured down my back from misery.
I tried to decide what would be better: keep fighting and hope the pain would fade? Or let my heart trip over that warning line and get knocked out?
But she was in my home.
She was in my living room, far, far too close to my bedroom, where I choked on guttural screams.
If I passed out with her here...she could do anything to me.
Perhaps they were trying to knock me out so I would be at her mercy.
They’d use some new trick to harvest, not only my blood, but my sperm too, stealing my DNA in a different form to create the life I refused to condemn. Not that they’d gone that far yet. Or at least...I hadn’t been conscious if they had.
A blast of pain.
A punch of agony.
The world went grey—