Kidnapping Casey
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His beautiful eyes sparkled with amusement while he studied her features carefully.
Releasing one side of her ass, he pointed up, a grin splitting his lips.
Casey shook her head no in disbelief. "You can't be serious. We aren't going in that thing, are we? What in the hell is it?"
He continued to grin at her. It startled Casey when something dropped near them. She would have leapt out of his arms to run away but his hold on her tightened. He seemed to sense her terror of the unknown. Shock turned into horror when she saw what had dropped.
"Hell no." She frantically shook her head. "No."
He was moving before she could struggle. Her Bigfoot gripped the harness type contraption that dangled from the hovering vehicle above them. She tried to make him put her down, but Casey couldn't get free. He growled at her, his amusement totally gone, as he released the harness to grip her with both his arms again.
Frantically shaking her head, she glanced from him to whatever was hovering. The lighted thing had to be a hundred feet above them. No way was she letting him strap her to something with a weird rope and have her raised into the air. Being arrested to go see her ex-boyfriend wasn't sounding so bad at that moment.
The other Bigfoot was suddenly there next to them to strap the harness on Casey's Bigfoot, since he wasn't letting her go. Those arms might as well have been steel bands locked around her waist. The other man's hands shoved between Casey's body and the man gripping her tightly to secure the harness. The other man stepped back as the binding clicked closed. Their bodies swung in the air as Bigfoot's feet left the ground. Instantly she stopped struggling. Casey wrapped around him tightly, gripping his body with her legs and arms. She clung to him, not wanting to fall.
Wind battered them as they got closer to the bright light. Casey buried her face in Bigfoot's neck. "Oh God. Don't drop me!" she yelled.
She could have sworn he chuckled. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around her. She already knew he was brawny but he'd been carrying her for miles as they'd walked to this spot.
Now wasn't the time for him to tire. She didn't want to look down.
The engine sound got louder. She braved opening her eyes as they were lifted up into a metal room bathed in light. She stared in alarm at another Bigfoot. This one had wild red hair with glowing bright green eyes that fixed on her. He wore the same leatherlike body-encasing outfit, making her think it was a uniform. Every damn one of them was tall and muscular.
She had a really bad feeling that she'd been all wrong about Bigfoot. The mythical creatures were solitary according to legend and they sure didn't have aircraft that hovered. Was he some kind of super soldier the government had made? Maybe some crazy scientist had made these men into some kind of secret Army experimental project. Who would volunteer though to have their DNA changed? She sure as hell wouldn't. If her guy was some secret Army person why was he taking her back to his base? A whole new fear flooded her as they were lifted away from the open door to a metal floor. Bigfoot touched the ground. His body relaxed slightly but he still gripped her tightly.
The redheaded man was as big as Casey's Bigfoot. He looked at her with a friendly smile.
Growling, his eyes turned to the man holding Casey. Bigfoot growled back with a wink. Casey had a really bad feeling as the redhead unhooked the tether from the harness and stepped back.
Casey met Bigfoot's eyes. He was smiling. He turned then, still holding her, and moved for a closed metal door. As they reached it he didn't touch a thing. The door obviously had some kind of motion sensor that activated it since it slid open automatically. He strode into a corridor with her.
"Put me down," Casey almost begged.
Bigfoot kept walking until he reached a corridor, completely ignoring her plea. He paused in front of one of many doors, releasing her with one arm, to slap his palm on an electric pad on the wall. The door buzzed softly before sliding open. He walked inside, the door sliding shut behind them as soon as his body cleared it. Casey twisted her head to frantically look around the room.
A big bed with built-in drawers under it took up most of the small space. Along one wall were shelves with more drawers built into it. The walls were made out of some kind of shiny black metal material that was as foreign to her as most of the things she'd seen since coming on the ship. There was an open door across the room that was clearly a bathroom with a large shower stall right in full view. She was distracted from studying the room when the arm wrapped around her waist shifted to lower her body from his hold.
As he eased Casey to her feet she stared up at him. He gazed back for a few seconds before turning away to walk to a small screen with buttons. It reminded her of some kind of weird looking computer or small television. She saw him touch it with one of his fingers, a bright blue screen coming on instantly, with weird symbols scrolling across it. He let his hand drop after he pushed a few buttons before turning, his gaze locking on her.
"Can you understand me now? This is a program running on the conis that should let us communicate easily."
Casey swallowed hard as shock hit her. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She'd seen his lips move and heard his soft growl, but English words had come out of speakers hidden in the room. She tried to speak again. She didn't know what to think or what to say. Too many thoughts were streaming through her head. Something finally popped out of her open mouth.
"You're not a Bigfoot, are you?"
A black eyebrow arched. "I have big feet compared to you."
"Sasquatch. You're not one of them, are you?"
"I don't know what that is. I'm not familiar with different breeds of humans."
She needed to sit down. Humans? Her mind was spinning hard. He said it like human was a foreign word to him and he had pronounced it wrong too. It came out "hum-ins". The way he spoke was strange. Different breeds of humans? They didn't have different breeds of humans.
Releasing one side of her ass, he pointed up, a grin splitting his lips.
Casey shook her head no in disbelief. "You can't be serious. We aren't going in that thing, are we? What in the hell is it?"
He continued to grin at her. It startled Casey when something dropped near them. She would have leapt out of his arms to run away but his hold on her tightened. He seemed to sense her terror of the unknown. Shock turned into horror when she saw what had dropped.
"Hell no." She frantically shook her head. "No."
He was moving before she could struggle. Her Bigfoot gripped the harness type contraption that dangled from the hovering vehicle above them. She tried to make him put her down, but Casey couldn't get free. He growled at her, his amusement totally gone, as he released the harness to grip her with both his arms again.
Frantically shaking her head, she glanced from him to whatever was hovering. The lighted thing had to be a hundred feet above them. No way was she letting him strap her to something with a weird rope and have her raised into the air. Being arrested to go see her ex-boyfriend wasn't sounding so bad at that moment.
The other Bigfoot was suddenly there next to them to strap the harness on Casey's Bigfoot, since he wasn't letting her go. Those arms might as well have been steel bands locked around her waist. The other man's hands shoved between Casey's body and the man gripping her tightly to secure the harness. The other man stepped back as the binding clicked closed. Their bodies swung in the air as Bigfoot's feet left the ground. Instantly she stopped struggling. Casey wrapped around him tightly, gripping his body with her legs and arms. She clung to him, not wanting to fall.
Wind battered them as they got closer to the bright light. Casey buried her face in Bigfoot's neck. "Oh God. Don't drop me!" she yelled.
She could have sworn he chuckled. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around her. She already knew he was brawny but he'd been carrying her for miles as they'd walked to this spot.
Now wasn't the time for him to tire. She didn't want to look down.
The engine sound got louder. She braved opening her eyes as they were lifted up into a metal room bathed in light. She stared in alarm at another Bigfoot. This one had wild red hair with glowing bright green eyes that fixed on her. He wore the same leatherlike body-encasing outfit, making her think it was a uniform. Every damn one of them was tall and muscular.
She had a really bad feeling that she'd been all wrong about Bigfoot. The mythical creatures were solitary according to legend and they sure didn't have aircraft that hovered. Was he some kind of super soldier the government had made? Maybe some crazy scientist had made these men into some kind of secret Army experimental project. Who would volunteer though to have their DNA changed? She sure as hell wouldn't. If her guy was some secret Army person why was he taking her back to his base? A whole new fear flooded her as they were lifted away from the open door to a metal floor. Bigfoot touched the ground. His body relaxed slightly but he still gripped her tightly.
The redheaded man was as big as Casey's Bigfoot. He looked at her with a friendly smile.
Growling, his eyes turned to the man holding Casey. Bigfoot growled back with a wink. Casey had a really bad feeling as the redhead unhooked the tether from the harness and stepped back.
Casey met Bigfoot's eyes. He was smiling. He turned then, still holding her, and moved for a closed metal door. As they reached it he didn't touch a thing. The door obviously had some kind of motion sensor that activated it since it slid open automatically. He strode into a corridor with her.
"Put me down," Casey almost begged.
Bigfoot kept walking until he reached a corridor, completely ignoring her plea. He paused in front of one of many doors, releasing her with one arm, to slap his palm on an electric pad on the wall. The door buzzed softly before sliding open. He walked inside, the door sliding shut behind them as soon as his body cleared it. Casey twisted her head to frantically look around the room.
A big bed with built-in drawers under it took up most of the small space. Along one wall were shelves with more drawers built into it. The walls were made out of some kind of shiny black metal material that was as foreign to her as most of the things she'd seen since coming on the ship. There was an open door across the room that was clearly a bathroom with a large shower stall right in full view. She was distracted from studying the room when the arm wrapped around her waist shifted to lower her body from his hold.
As he eased Casey to her feet she stared up at him. He gazed back for a few seconds before turning away to walk to a small screen with buttons. It reminded her of some kind of weird looking computer or small television. She saw him touch it with one of his fingers, a bright blue screen coming on instantly, with weird symbols scrolling across it. He let his hand drop after he pushed a few buttons before turning, his gaze locking on her.
"Can you understand me now? This is a program running on the conis that should let us communicate easily."
Casey swallowed hard as shock hit her. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She'd seen his lips move and heard his soft growl, but English words had come out of speakers hidden in the room. She tried to speak again. She didn't know what to think or what to say. Too many thoughts were streaming through her head. Something finally popped out of her open mouth.
"You're not a Bigfoot, are you?"
A black eyebrow arched. "I have big feet compared to you."
"Sasquatch. You're not one of them, are you?"
"I don't know what that is. I'm not familiar with different breeds of humans."
She needed to sit down. Humans? Her mind was spinning hard. He said it like human was a foreign word to him and he had pronounced it wrong too. It came out "hum-ins". The way he spoke was strange. Different breeds of humans? They didn't have different breeds of humans.
