you think we’ve been here?” Marissa asked Carmen.
“What I don’t understand is why none of us had to go to the bathroom,” Carmen replied. “We’ve been here for hours at least, and I had to go to the bathroom when I arrived at Penny’s Peppermints, but I haven’t had to go since.”
Penelope Ann guffawed with laughter. “We’ve been abducted by aliens, and all you can think about is going to the bathroom.”
Carmen smacked her lips. “If I had to go before, I wouldn’t be thinking about anything else in this box without a toilet. All I’m saying is these aliens must have some psychic way of suppressing our biological functions. Has any of you needed to go to the bathroom in all the time we’ve been here? Or been hungry or thirsty?”
Penelope Ann dropped her eyes.
“You’re right again, Carmen,” Marissa told her. “That’s the only explanation for how they could have kept us in this cell for so long.”
At that moment, the door appeared in the side wall, and the Romarie’s invisible telekinetic power grabbed hold of them. This time, the four women exchanged a nod before their captors removed them from their cell. They would conserve their strength for the time when they could escape.
The Romarie moved the women straight to the vehicle that took them from the bakery. Not even Rotnim bothered to taunt them. The instant the door closed, the vehicle started moving. Carmen and the others sat in a circle on the floor and waited until it stopped.
The door opened again, and the Romarie took them out with the same overpowering force, but now they found themselves in an enormous hall filled from one end to the other with people—at least, they looked like people from a distance.
On closer examination, Carmen realized they were dozens of different kinds of creatures, none of them human. They looked remarkably human, with two arms, two legs, to eyes, two ears. Each one had something about them, though, that told her instantly they weren't human. They all stood taller than the average human. Everyone in the hall dwarfed the four women. Some had crests of feathers sticking out the tops of their heads. Others walked on webbed feet.
Carmen stared at the scene. What was this place? The Romarie set the four women in a line in front of their transport vehicle, and the crowd instantly mobbed them in all their exotic extravagance. They babbled to one another in strange languages and pointed to the women on display.
One giant male with a bushy ring of hair around his head stepped forward and said something to Rotnim. To Carmen’s astonishment, Rotnim bowed and retreated in submission. He came up to her, and his tentacles slithered toward her. In an instant, the babble of voices broke into understandable language. She looked up at Rotnim. “What did you do?”
The big male stepped closer to her. His powerful muscled shoulders stood out under his mane of reddish-brown hair. “He implanted a translator code in your brain so I could speak to you.”
Rotnim strode down the line of women and did the same thing to each of Carmen’s companions. She gazed up at the big male. She could have been looking at any human male, except for his dark reddish tanned skin and his golden reddish hair setting off his strong face. “Thank you.”
He nodded, and his flat nose twitched. “Tell me about your journey. How did you get here?”
Carmen glanced at Rotnim. His eyes blazed, but he made no move to stop her from speaking her mind. “These creatures abducted us from our home planet. We’ve been locked in a cell ever since with no food, no water, no contact with anyone. He,” she nodded toward Rotnim. “He tried to attack my friend over there, but she overpowered him and beat him to the ground. She would have killed him if the others hadn’t intervened.”
The big male’s bright orange eyes widened. He turned to the onlookers and said something Carmen didn’t catch. A murmur went through the crowd. Carmen tried to
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