Aurora scooted away from him, as far as the little room allowed without ending up with her back against the groping wall. This cell was way too small to be trapped with an amorous cyborg. "Why are you asking me that?"
She could've kicked herself. She should've moved closer to him, pretended she wanted him.
"I wish to experience intercourse with you," he said, as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world to talk about intercourse with a woman he'd taken prisoner.
Sweat broke out in her armpits. Many times through the years, her ceremonial dress had acted like a kind of armor. Sometimes, she'd thought of her heavy ceremonial dresses as a shroud that she'd be able to take off when she found Ter. Today, with the heavy dress smothering her, it was more shroud than armor. A roaring in
