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bed, and from her angle spotted her torn jeans underneath. The top corner of her tablet poked out from the back pocket, and she gasped and lunged for it. She jerked the small tablet out and stepped back, and then her face fell at the cracked screen and frozen pixels showing the lock screen photo of her and her dad on their camping trip to Yellowstone when she was ten.
    Samantha fell to her knees, sobbing. She clutched the busted tablet to her chest, as if it were a lifeline holding her to a reality that was no longer hers. She screamed; her entire body racked with sobs as she shook her head, praying that she’d wake from this nightmare.
    Two hands landed gently on her back, the fingers trembling. Samantha struggled to turn away, but then the arms wrapped around her shoulders strong and firm, and she had no strength to fight against them. The alien pulled her toward him, so that her body rested against the line of his chest. He seemed to hesitate, and then leaned his chin on her shoulder, hugging her closer as if trying to lend comfort.
    His attempt to soothe angered her , and slowly pushed away the despair. He was, after all, the one who had caused her this pain in the first place. It was his fault she was here. His fault that Carly was dead. His fault that she was a sniveling mess on the floor of his bedroom in nothing but a thin robe…
    Fuck him.
    She jerked back, gaining a surprised look from the man kneeling before her, and with both hands quickly swung the tablet up to smack into his right temple. The glass shattered further with an audible crunch, and he fell sideways with a grunt.
    Samantha dove over him and sprinted out of the unlocked door.
    She burst into the hall and frantically looked both ways , trying to gauge her surroundings, and realized she was in some sort of apartment. The large space looked bare and monochrome, with no signs of personalization or life. The walls were a contrasting white against the gray tiled floor. The main room shaped rectangular and narrow, held a single armchair in one corner by the only window and a low table and long black couch against the nearest wall, opposite of a mounted large flat screen monitor. The kitchen had stainless steel countertops and industrial looking appliances. There stood a closed door on either side of her, which she assumed was for a bathroom and a second bedroom.
    Samantha ’s breath hitched as she spotted what looked like a front door at the opposite end of the apartment, and she darted towards it. Her hand closed on the door handle and turned, and she jerked it open.
    A clawed hand slammed it shut before Samantha could exit, and she was spun around and pushed against the metal door.
    She blinked, clearing her vision, to face her captor . His gold eyes blazed with fury, and his cheeks burned with an angry blush so deep it was near purple. His hand closed about her throat, and he leaned forward to growl in her face, baring fangs.
    “Stirka kit rissat sa, ” he hissed between clenched teeth.
    The man’s nostrils flared and he snorted, then shifted his grip to the back of her neck and proceeded to push her , none-to-gently, back in the direction of the room she’d fled.
    Samantha planted her feet and refused to cooperate. The alien hissed at her, pushing harder, but she let her legs go out from under her and dropped to the floor.
    “No!” she yelled.
    “Tski raka!”
    He grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder and stormed down the hall.
    Samantha tried to kick and fight against him, slamming her fists against his back and twisting in his grip to get loose. She struggled for a while, until the five claws from one large hand got a good grip on the back of her left thigh, and he tightened his hold until she froze in fear of him breaking skin.
    Back in the room, he dumped her unceremoniously on the soft mattress and then turned to slam the door shut. Samantha rolled off the mattress and as he reached for her, and slid under the bed out of