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didn’t translate their language correctly!”
    “ And these people have been sneaking up to the colony and listening in and they’ve figured out our language even though they’ve barely figured out how to make fucking fire?”
    It was a slight exaggeration. The aliens had clearly advanced a good ways from ‘cave’ people. True, the village they had been brought to bore strong evidence that the people lived at least a semi-nomadic lifestyle—either that or they were in the process of building new huts because there were a number of bare ‘skeletal’ frames sprinkled about the village—including the one she and Noelle currently occupied. But there was also a large, cultivated field just on the edge of the village, signs of advanced growing techniques like irrigation, and fairly sophisticated tools for cultivation among other things.
    They didn’t just cook on spits over open flame. They had mud ovens and, in fact, the huts they lived in, from what she and Noelle could see, were evidence of advanced knowledge of engineering. These were carefully crafted structures that would be excellent protection against the elements.
    There was also evidence of higher level craftsmanship in weapons and household implements and textiles.
    Noelle felt her face heat. “Ok, so it’s farfetched, but I still think it’s a bad idea to talk about nobody coming to rescue us. In the first place, there’s the morale issue.”
    “ There’s nobody here but me and you and I’m pretty fucking demoralized already!”
    Noelle glared at Monica. “Does using the f word every five seconds make you feel better?” she demanded testily.
    Monica thought it over for all of five seconds. “Actually, yes, it does! I’m using it to expel my frustrations so I can restrain myself and not choke you for moralizing over one fucking word when we are in such deep shit it doesn’t even bear thinking on!”
    Dismay flickered through Noelle. She’d been working hard to convince herself that this wasn’t nearly as bad a situation as it seemed on the surface. True, they were being held against their will, and these alien females appeared, on the surface, to live a rather primitive life. But they couldn’t possibly be as savage as they’d seemed when they’d attacked the colony and captured them. They didn’t look or behave like animals in their everyday life. In fact, except for the clothing and the huts, they seemed perfectly civilized, going about many of the same chores the colonists did—except the scientific research, or course.
    Which Noelle had considered the bright side to their situation—the chance to study the natives up close and in their natural environment. “How do you figure that?” she asked uneasily.
    “ Well my god, Noelle!” Monica snapped. “They’re aliens and they’re primitive as hell besides!”
    Noelle had been trying hard not to remember her history where it pertained to primitives on Earth. “You think they might … they might have evil intentions toward us?”
    “ I don’t know enough about these people and their customs to even begin to guess, but I’m thinking they might not be friendly,” Monica responded tartly. “They could have anything in mind for us and I don’t fucking want to wait around and find out if their customs are anything like the customs I read about that primitives on Earth practiced!”
    “ Like … what sort of customs?” Noelle asked uneasily.
    “ Sacrifices.”
    Noelle felt her bowls turn to water. She thought for several moments she would pass out—or lose her grip on her sphincter. “I think, maybe, if you wiggle around with your back to me that I might be able to untie your hands and then you can untie mine.”
    She’d almost managed to loosen the bindings around Monica’s wrists when the damned guard came back to check them. After checking the binding Noelle had been working at, she tightened it again and left.
    “ Bitch!” Monica snarled.
    Not that Noelle didn’t agree