Desolations and Siphons
Had it been three days? Perhaps four? It was difficult to tell time in the darkness. He had not eaten in that time, he had not tasted water. The hollowness in his stomach was difficult to tolerate the thirst was agonizing.
The room was dark but there was a gray light which hung in the air for several meters around him. His body hung at chest height over a black metal floor suspended by cold chains hugging his wrists and ankles. Every muscle in his parched body burned as they tried to support his weight. Occasionally a slender shadow floated through the darkness. Once he had called out to it but the effort had caused his dried throat to crack and he began to cough uncontrollably.
The xenos had struck quickly. In truth he remembered little of the battle, only a cloud of dark craft descending like predators on his platoon before launching a hail of florescent shards down on their position. One of the jagged projectiles had struck him in the left thigh. The memory caused him to wince and lurch involuntarily against his chains. The pain had been unbearable.
“I must have passed out” He thought.
When he awoke he had found himself here.
From the darkness the slim figure appeared again this time stepping into the ghost light surrounding him. It was female, she seemed to glide with an eerie grace across the floor. Her sharp features and slim contours shocked him, she might have been attractive had she not been so obviously xenos. The silence he had enjoyed for days was broken by the violent scraping of metal against metal as the creature dragged an iron chair from the darkness placing it backward in front of him. She straddled it and folded her arms across the back before resting her chin on them, her flawless face within inches of his. Her stare was maddening.
His vision began to blur and it became a struggle to stay conscious. Hours seemed to pass and the slender creature simply studied him in silent rapacity. Several times when he let out a painful dry cough he had seen her close he eyes and shudder in pleasure a smile creeping over her face.
"water" he whispered in final desperation.
The words caused his lips to crack and bleed. The xenos woman slowly reached a delicate hand out and traced a line across his jaw before leaning in to lick the blood from his lips.
The moisture of her tongue felt exquisite on his lips. It would be the last thing he felt before he died.
The darkness fell away from him and in its place was the face of a nightmare creature with pale skin stretched too far over its face. It had needles for teeth and they stabbed into its gums as it spoke.
“My associate says your death was truly transcendent” it said “I shall see for myself.”
He wanted to cry but no tears would come.