The Beast, Medical Treatment Cell
The Beast, Medical Treatment CellThe Prillon warrior I’d served for years, the male who had forced me to make a terrible choice, sat next to the medical table I woke upon. Multiple heavy straps crisscrossed my torso, arms, and legs. I knew from prior experience that not even a Hive enhanced Atlan warlord could break them.
I knew because I’d watched this Prillon torture more than one for information.
Sometimes I’d helped, when the dirty work became too much for Kovo to stomach.
“Why here?” I asked.
Doctor Helion, Intelligence Core commander and overall pain in my ass blinked slowly as if confused by my questions. “What the f**k were you thinking, Kovo?”
you “Not Kovo.”
“A mate?”
Oh, yes. Adrian. I could still smell her on my skin. “Mine.”
“f*****g
