EARTH FRIENDLY Ch13

Chapter 13
Zim
We were in the car before Dib said anything. He was out of breath, the both of us having run all the way there from his father’s office. I looked over to Dib, hesitant to put my seat restraints on. He was staring out at the building, his hands clenching the vehicle turning wheel so tight that his knuckles had turned white, the skin constricting over the bone. He didn’t really have an expression on his face. He was just staring, from the building to the center of the wheel. I accidently jumped when he looked over to me. He looked like he was trying to figure out some kind of mathematical formula that was written on my face. He reached over to me and placed his hand on the back of my neck firmly. “You’re okay?” His tone made it sound like it was more of a statement.
I felt my face get warmer, his hand on the back of my neck making me lean closer to his face. Without a noise, I nodded quickly in a one short nod. My body went rigid when he moved closer and firmly pressed his mouth to the part of my face between my eye brows and hair.
“Good.” He said before quickly reaching over and pulling my seat belt on. He leaned back and put his own on before backing out and driving questionably fast out of the parking lot. He didn’t even stop at the check in gate, he just drove through the opening. I watched intently as he drove, very VERY focused down the road.
“Did he…What happened?” He finally asked, his lips firmly pressed together as he flicked his eyes over to me then back at the road. My mouth felt dry as I tried to think of what to say. I put my hands in my pockets nervously, thinking. My eyes went wide as I felt the picture in my palm. I quickly removed my hands, leaving the photograph hidden in my pocket.
“I-...” I started. “I’m not quite sure.” I admitted that being mostly true. To be honest, I couldn’t stop thinking about the endearing action of Dib kissing my forehead. The action alone was strange, but the timing was even weirder. He was worried about me? My mind wandered to the contents of the photo and cringed. Of course…of course he was worried about me. If he knew what his father was capable of…
Before I realized, the car had stopped in front of my base. Dib quickly got out and opened my door, grabbing me by my arm and dragging me out of the car. He had me by my bicep and his grip was tight enough to where it was starting to hurt. Once the door was shut, he released me and pulled out his phone and started dialing. He walked to the corner with it. I watched for a moment, but proceeded to check on Gir. Pulling him out of his box that I was amazed he actually stayed in, I sat him in my lap on the couch. He was asleep, squeezing his stuffed toy in his arms tight enough to strangle a child. I sighed as I waited for the human to stop pacing and murmuring on the phone. My lekkus was still crammed underneath my hood so I couldn’t quite make out was he was whispering. When he turned around to me he gave me a halfhearted smile and then turned back to the corner. Somehow, that made me feel a little worse, like he was trying to hide his anxiety.
He hung up the phone and sat on the couch with me, throwing his coat off before lying down. His head was right at my thigh on the seat of the couch and he smiled properly when he looked up to see Gir sleeping. He propped his legs up on the arm of the couch, looking perfectly comfortable. He looked up to me after brushing some hair out of his face.
“I have to go back to work.” He started, holding his hand up when he saw me about to protest.  “Just long enough to finish my report. I just signed out the glass tubing we saw in the lower level. It'’ll be here before I get back. I want you to start on fixing your thing.” He instructed, my eyes surely showing how much I disagreed.
“And-” Dib interrupted me once more, my open mouth slowly closing again. “I want you to return to yourself as soon as the delivery guys leave. Understood?” I glared down at him before he softened his expression, as if hoping I wouldn’t argue. I thought about how hard the young man’s day had already been. As I looked down at him, I couldn’t find it in myself to cause more of a disturbance.
“Alright, but as soon as you return; I wish to do the transmutation again.” I demanded. I saw a flash in the man’s eyes. As if he was about to scold me and tell me no, but instead he covered it up with a smile. “Of course. When I get back.” He agreed. He leaned up and sat up straight on the couch. He looked down at me as I fidgeted with Gir still asleep in my lap. I felt my body freeze up again as I felt his hand on my knee. I looked at him just in time to see him lean in and hesitate. He reached his other hand up and slowly slid the dark lenses off my face. He looked over my face like he wanted to say something…I don’t know how long we looked at each other, searching in each other’s expression for some kind of sign.
Finally, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I’ll be back as soon as I’m finished with my report…” He repeated, his tone seemed less than trustworthy, but I just looked down and nodded.

Dib
I needed Zim inside the house; in the protection of his base. I grabbed him harder than I intended, but I didn’t have the control to do anything about it. I dragged him out of the car and inside. As soon as we were alone I called the lab. I started directing the equipment consultant on renting the tube Zim and I had discovered while trying to find him a restroom. I paced, unknowingly at first. Afraid my anxiousness was showing, I looked over to Zim who was already cuddled on the couch with the somehow asleep droid. I tried to smile, but I'm sure it wasn’t much. Zim didn’t seem comforted by it at all. I smoothed my hair back and fiddled with my glasses as I continued to talk on the phone, my voice low so Zim couldn’t hear I was discussing the tube. I knew he wasn’t excited about being himself again…for why that was I was still kind of confused.
I hung up the phone and sat myself next to him on the couch. I sighed and threw my lab coat off, feeling too much like my father in the damn lab gear I was required to wear. I lied down, my head almost resting on Zim’s thigh. I looked up, wondering for a moment what it would be like to come home to Zim this way…him waiting for me on this couch with a big smile, holding…I looked at the sleeping robot and smiled to myself…thinking of other things…I lifted my legs up onto the arm of the couch and relaxed for a moment. After smoothing my hair back again, I looked up to Zim once more.
“I have to go back to work.” I held up my hand slightly, seeing Zim open his mouth ready to argue with me I’m sure. “Just long enough to finish my report.” My stupid fucking report. My skin crawled at the thought of going back to that place right now. To be under the same roof as him so soon after he… I forced myself not to think about it. “I just signed out the glass tubing we saw in the lower level. It'’ll be here before I get back. I want you to start on fixing your thing.” I could see from Zim’s expression, even with the glasses on that he was upset about it.
“And-” I started again quickly as Zim’s mouth had parted once more to try to put his opinion forward. “I want you to return to yourself as soon as the delivery guys leave. Understood?” I felt Zim’s glare and I didn’t faultier, my eyes firmly focused on him, but I soon sighed and softened my tired face. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose under my glasses to relieve some of the tension in my face. When I opened my eyes again, Zim was quiet and looking down at me with a calm deep expression. My eyes widened a little in surprise at the slight moment of maturity from him.
“Alright, but as soon as you return; I wish to do the transmutation again.” He demanded from me with a pout. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand him in this form, my weaknesses being picked away. I knew I’d lose the argument and deep inside I knew I had no right to tell him what to do with himself. I knew the face I had been made making couldn’t have been pleasant so I quickly put on a smile. “Of course. When I get back.” I lied.
I leaned up and sat straight on the couch next to him. I knew I was a terrible person, but… I would still try to do my best to halt him changing back into a common human. I’m sure if was just my subconscious trying to make an excuse for myself, but was it so wrong that I wanted him to be himself? I liked him better that way. That’s why he’s so special to me isn’t it? That he’s an alien, completely different form the trash on this planet.
I looked down at him as I thought, watching him pet the little robot that was snoring obnoxiously. Something in me made me lift my hand and place it firmly on Zim’s knee. I felt his body tense up and as if our movements were synchronized, we looked each other in the eyes. I needed to see his eyes. Without another thought I reached up and slid the glasses off of his face. He didn’t flinch or move. I looked deeply into those magenta pools and…suddenly felt like I had something to say. Something I wanted to tell him, but I didn’t know what it was. I could tell he was searching my face too, his thoughts visible behind those big eyes.
When I couldn’t think straight anymore I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’ll be back as soon as I’m finished with my report…” I reminded myself, telling my need to be with him that I would return soon enough, even though it didn’t feel that way. Zim’s eyes glistened like he wanted to say something, but he just nodded. I felt a strange pulling in my gut, a pulling that made me want to stay. Realizing that I still had my hand on his knee, I squeezed him a little. I felt him quiver with what my first thought was uncomfortable, but when I looked at his face was obviously something else. His face was flushed and his eyes adverted away from mine. I felt my heart jump against my chest. I didn’t know how much longer I could bare this tension.
The image of my father suddenly rushed to my mind, him holding his injured face with a cursing expression. I felt a bursting fire of jealousy in my gut. Suddenly a noise from Zim startled me. I must have zoned out and squeezed Zim’s knee too tightly. I released him, but he grabbed my hand before I got too far.
“No, don’t-” He started and alarmed me. I looked at him and waited, his smaller hand wrapped around mine. “You’ll be sure to be back…right?” He asked me, his thumb rubbing over the back of my hand.
“Of course.” I immediately replied, not a doubt in my mind. I’d always go back to him. He looked down at our hands and picked his up and placed it back on the top of Gir’s head. I took my bottom lip in and bit on it, looking down at Zim’s shoes trying to regain my thoughts. In that one moment where it felt like Zim needed me made my high scholar science infused brain turn to mush. I sat up a little straighter and pulled his hood off, exposing his mangled hair and his lekkus which promptly perked up.
“What about…” Zim started, making me reunite our eyes once more. I knew I was about to hear the last thing I wanted to. “What about your father..?” I closed my eyes in frustration. I could tell Zim was only concerned, probably because he thought Dad would fuss at me for Zim hitting him...I knew why Zim had done it though… There would only be one reason. I just couldn’t understand why Dad would all of a sudden decide to do something like that? I knew he was sort of a creep, but…I looked at Zim and wondered why he hadn’t said anything on the matter yet…Tell me what happened in Dad’s office. I squeezed my eyes shut and mentally blocked the images of the possibilities, mostly out of shameful jealousy. Maybe that was why he hadn’t said anything…afraid of my reaction. Not that Zim would have a clue what any of that shit even meant. I opened my eyes and realized I had been silent for too long.
“Don’t worry about it. I won’t see him.” I assured, presenting a false smile before standing up and retrieving my coat. Zim shuffled Gir off of his lap and onto the couch, following me to the door. I began to turn around. “It’ll be fi-” As I faced him, his arms wrapped around me as he buried his face in my chest. I stood there stunned and in awe. I didn’t dare move, afraid to break the embrace.
“Zim is…sorry he ran off…” He murmured into my shirt, not looking up. His lekkus were lowered, framing the top of his head in surrender as he apologized. I realized he was blaming himself for the occurrence with my father and grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away to make him look at me.
“Zim, none of this was your fault.” It was mine. “I shouldn’t have even taken you with me…” I cursed to myself. Dad would have never been able to put a finger on him if I had just left him at home. Dad was never home. Zim wouldn’t look at me; his eyes looking anywhere but at mine. I gave him a short hard shake. “Look at me.” I demanded, basically holding him up at this point. “I don’t know what happened…” I started, closing my eyes, NOT wanting to have this talk. “But it wasn’t your fault…” Those familiar words left me, repeating words that were once pointlessly coaxed onto me. I felt a weird Déjà vu about the entire thing. My grip fell from his shoulders and I just sort of stood there. I got fumbled in my next words, my thoughts jumbled.
Zim finally looked up at me…I must have looked how I felt since I soon felt the soft cool touch of his hands on my face. Zim looked up to me and just stared into my eyes. He leaned up onto his tip toes and tilted my face down, reaching up and pressing his lips onto my forehead. I felt my breath catch in my lungs as he kissed me and gently receded back. When I looked back at him, he began to explain with my asking.
“Dib worry kissed Zim. Zim is worried.” His expression was honest and sad. I had forgotten I had done that already and covered my face with my hand to hide the heat I was feeling on my cheeks. I couldn’t even handle how adorable this little mixed breed was. I coughed in my hand and fixed my glasses. “I…uh..” I had nothing. No idea what to do or say. I just smiled and nodded. “I’ll be okay. See you soon.” I slid my coat on and rushed to my car, hoping to get back to the lab and back as soon as I possibly could…


The gate yelled at me when I got there. Mr. Rowers was pissed that I had just sped through and given him a heart attack. I apologized and felt terrible. We had apparently made a scene when we rushed out and I ended up holding my hand over the side of my face as I snuck back into the privacy of my lab.  I groaned as I finally got to slink into my computer chair.
“Aaaaugh. If this day could just end already that would be just great.” I cracked my neck and fingers and relogged into my computer. The half written records mocked me with how much I hadn’t got done at all today. I sighed and lazily dragged myself to get it done. My back was already starting to hurt when I got an instant message on my work chat board for employees. A second look made me recognize it as a personal message. I felt the same fire as before rumble in my stomach. There was only one person who wrote me personal mail.
Dibodeth- is that report done yet?
I felt my skin crawl with how he could just talk to me after such a scene. What was his deal today? He and I didn’t talk that much at all. Never have. There’s like a gap where I don’t remember seeing him at all when I was younger and then when I got into high school he started to get interested in my intelligence level and such. I rolled my eyes, but promptly wrote back.
Working on it now.
Hoping that would be the end of it since I couldn’t exactly get the job done if he kept messaging me. Of course, as soon as I got my lab report window back up, the ding went off for another message. I let out a long drug out sigh of aggravation.
I saw you checked out a tube as soon as you left without authorization. We don’t have any more room in the garage, where are you putting it?
I paused...Why would he care about the tech I signed out? He never asked me about stuff like that before. In the silence of the room I heard the camera next to the door make a soft zzt sound…indicating that it had just zoomed up on something. Me being the only “something” in the room; he was watching me…but why?
Just a side project.
I answered back plainly. I didn’t like this sudden interest from him; it was obvious where it came from.
Look, Dad. I’m trying to get this report done.
I added. I waited for a moment before pulling my report window up again. No ding. I shrugged until I heard the camera zoom and unzoom again. What the hell was going on? I suddenly became very uneasy and wished I had gotten some kind of cell contact with Zim before I had left.                

Zim
Transmuting back to normal wasn’t difficult as all, just as I had assumed. I figured I might as well change back first so I could use my pack to help fix the broken tube. It was quiet a relief to have my pak back out of my skin. It was absolutely awful not to be able to use them; I would definitely have to design a better aspect for the next change. I once again programmed my pak to be more of a waist attachment belt and began to reconstruct and replace the glass tubing.
As Gir bounced up and over and all around the room I began to wonder when Dib was going to show up. I sighed, looking at the time and growling. It had been hours. How hard could a simple human report be anyways? I got changed into new clothes and went to the top level, Gir trotting behind me. Sporting a clean and pressed t-shirt with comfortable yet fitting jeans, I sat upon the couch with chips and started watching television with my gir unit. I smiled to myself, looking down and admiring how well earth clothes flattered me.
Thankfully skinny and frail was a good look on Earth as well as Irk. After seeing so many fat slobs on this planet I was worried that was their only form of absolute beauty. I laughed aloud to myself as I shoved a fist full of chips in my mouth. “Shtill shexy.”

After an hour of tv or so, I was beginning to worry more about Dib. Looking outside I thought about how dark it was getting and that Dib had probably not eaten yet. Seeing an opportunity to be kind to the caring meat bag I jumped up and brushed the crumbs off of myself. I rushed to the kitchen. “Computer, I need how to …” I pulled out meat from my fridge and held it up to read it… “‘chicken’?” I requested as I started to pull out cooking devices. I watched the videos computer put up on my levitating screens and began to prepare the chicken to be heated to human eating standards.
As I waited for the side veggies to melt out of their ice form in the pan, I sat in one of the kitchen chairs and stared off…
I started to wonder and think…about the night I had shared with Dib that he was unaware of. I felt a pang of guilt about it. Should I have awoken the human? Would he have…continued with Zim? I sighed and continued to think about the better parts… I smiled, leaning my face on the palm of my claw as I remembered the feeling of handling Dib. I found myself biting on my bottom lip firmly, trying to remember the taste of licking him. I flinched when my lekkus began to buzz. It was making my spine tingle. They had only done that a few times before and each time it had been in front of Dib. I reached up to pat them down, but this time it sent electricity through me. I gave a quick gasp before calmly sliding two fingers down one of them. It felt intense, but not discomforting. I continued to daydream and the more I did, the more pleasing messing with my lekkus became. Pulling my lekkus all the way down, I nipped the end into my mouth, nipping almost nervously at the end. I had just closed my eyes to imagine Dib’s noises and faces from last night before a loud noise snapped me back to reality.
The oven timer was losing its mind, telling me the chicken was done. I jumped up at the noise, spaced out in my fantasy. As pulled the chicken out I wondered if it was wrong to feel this way towards Dib. Sure we had a moment of closeness in the food closet, but... The Dib did not seem very interested in it afterwards. The manipulation of his body while he slept felt more and more wrong the more I thought about it. ‘I should tell him what happened…’ I thought. At this point, I was concerned about losing him as... What felt like a friend. Something I had never had before. Dinner finished, I looked at my wall clock and sighed. Why was the Dib not back yet?
Just as I had finished the thought, I heard the door open. I started to walk to the opening of the kitchen with a surprisingly comfortable smile. My foot froze on the floor as I heard Gir cry out. “Who’s you~?!” Happily. Followed by a metal clanking sound and something hitting the wall. Then silence. My chest tightened and I got a horrible feeling in my stomach. Reacting fast, still hidden by the wall I used my pak legs to get to the corner of the ceiling, hiding in the tubing and thick coils of metal. I peeked over to the living room to see who it was, but they had already walked in to the kitchen. A figure in a hood stood in front of my box food cooker thing. He stared down at the food for a moment before looking around, sliding his hood off.
My insides went cold. The goggles hid his face, but I knew who he was. Why was he here? Why was Membrane here? I watched as he walked around with his hands tucked neatly behind his back. I swallowed fearfully, afraid my throat would make too much noise and somehow Membrane would find me. I looked down at myself, my claws….If he saw me this way…I touched my face…I thought about my lenseless eyes… I would be discovered and dissected. I had never felt so close to complete annihilation before in my existence. My claws shook as I sat gracefully along the corners of the walls, thanks to my pak limbs. I thought about how absolutely screwed I would be if I hadn’t listen to Dib about changing completely back. Who knows what kind of change I would have had again. At least in this state I can use my pak defenses to hide.
I jumped as a sudden swing of my door opened to a casual Dib. I felt a thankful smile stretch my face, but it quickly vanished as Membrane turned the sound of the door, unseen as I was before. He put his back calmly to the wall, hiding himself. I heard Dib take a deep inhale and sigh, obviously admiring the smell of the kitchen and walking towards it. I became unrealistically uncertain and afraid of what was to come as I finally saw the damage the older human and made of my Gir unit, lightless eyed leaning against the wall behind the couch. Membrane’s visit did not seem peaceful at all. I carefully leaned further into the living room, making sure to be very quiet and unseen by both. As I soon as Dib looked up and our eyes meet, I very dramatically held one of my talons up to my lips to silence his confused face. As I hoped, Dib became more aware and looked around and then back to me, but made sure not to stare, understanding I was hiding myself. I pointed down into the kitchen, trying to warn him. He stared into the kitchen, nodding and mouthing to me.
What?
I quickly pointed to him and mouth back.
Dad.
His expression became alarmed, immediately putting together that I was in my true form and his father was only a few feet away from me. I watched Dib take a deep breath before casually to the couch and sitting down. As if to distract his father, he spoke out as if he didn’t know he was there.
“Dude, did you make dinner? Smells great.” Looking down casually at his pocket phone, I could see he was just fiddling with it. “Did the lab equipment get here okay?” Dib asked to the pretend me in the kitchen, trying to draw out his father. Looking back into the kitchen, I could see that Membrane was no longer holding onto the wall and was instead standing there staring at the wall, as if he could see through it. I could tell from his expression he was contemplating what to say. I held my breath and hunched down when I saw him start to walk to the living room.
“Hello there, Dib.” He greeted his hands professionally behind his back still, his stance seeming condescending to Dib. I watched the younger human pretend to give a surprised expression.
“Dad? What the hell are you doing here?” He laughed, obviously fake to me since I knew he was not happy an ounce to see his father. “Is my lap partner in the kitchen?” He asked casually, looking back at his phone, as if his father’s visit was nothing to him. Membrane just continued to stand there quietly.
“Whom might that be?” Membrane asked carefully, obviously playing some kind of chest like game with their conversation.
“Just an old friend from school.” Dib answered casually. I was becoming quite impressed by the young man’s ability to lie and tell the truth at the same time. He was quiet the actor. Membrane gave a soft noise of confirmation. Dib looked up with a slightly confused, but inoffensive expression. “Dad, why are you here? How did you know where I’d be?” he waited, making eye contact with his father’s goggles. I was getting restless, sitting above and watching it all like a great useless thing.
Membrane just looked around and seemed to study my walls. With me just feet above hiding in the coils of the ceiling, I didn’t like him looking around. “I have to sign every renting claims form, son. Noticed the tube was under your name, but not a familiar address.” Membrane walked around, touching the walls and inspecting his fingers. “I don’t remember you having friends when you were younger, son.” He jabbed, reflecting on Dib’s earlier claim.
“Sure there’s a lot you don’t remember. Since you weren’t really around when I was younger.” Dib immediately jabbed back, not bothering to look up from his phone as he father glared back at him. My stomach turned as I remembered the age of Dib in the photograph. Was Dib…egging his father about the abuse or did he…really not remember? Either way, Membrane ignored him.
“You do projects here a lot then? I noticed the robot at the door. Seemed a little too advanced for you.” Membrane touched a side of his goggles inquisitively and adjusted them as if inspecting Dib’s reactions.
“From time to time.” Dib answered idly, looking around for my little robot, probably noticing just now that the room was much more silent, proclaiming Gir’s absence.  
“Hm.” Membrane answered back, hopefully satisfied enough with his annoying investigation like visit to my home base. He started walking to the door. “Well, I’m sure you’ll be here late, seeing that your unseen partner has made dinner for you both. Will I see you at home, later?” Membrane asked as his hand touched the knob of my door.
I watched as the younger human stretched and relaxed on the couch, still not looking at his father. “Why would you?” He began, reaching for the remote and turning on the tv. “It’s not like you’re ever there anyway.” Dib seemed to be placing his aggression from the earlier event with me today into jabs at his father for his neglect growing up. As I sat back and watched I realized this was actually fascinating to see this back and forth between him and his father. I stared down at Dib, his confidence towards and distain for his male birth parent was intimidating and very…attractive.
Without another word, Membrane opened the door and left. Dib stood up and quickly closed the curtains, locking the door as well. He then waited a moment before looking up to me.
“Come on down.” He called to me and I crawled down the wall to behind the couch to grab Gir. Once I had him in my arms, Dib’s shoulders fell. He shook his head as he walked to me, looking down at him with me. “Is he…okay? Can you fix him?” He asked as I mulled over him, looking at his dents and damage. I opened his compartment and checked his chips. I sighed, thankful.
“Of course I can, my skills are impeccable.” I scoffed. I rubbed over the units dome piece sadly though, thinking of how cruel it was to have been, what I can only assume is, kicked so hard for no reason. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. Been through much worse.” I added. Dib sighed and planted himself on the couch.
“That was far too close for my comfort…” He rubbed his eyes under his glasses before looking back at me and smiling. “It’s good to see you…” He said softly, gazing at me in a way that made me look away. I could only guess he meant the real me…my green skin and all. I tapped a talon on Gir’s unconscious head, nervously.
“Dib…” I started, wanting to tell him…of what I had done as soon as possible.
“I know.” He interrupted me as well as almost stopping my pak processor. I started to panic- how could he know?! I stared wide eyed at him, fearful of his reaction.
“Don’t worry though, we’ll amp up the security here and make sure he can’t get back in.” Dib started, stretching and rubbing the back of his neck. My stomach flipped and I closed my eyes. My guilty conscious eased, realizing we were not talking about the same thing.
“No…” I started slowly. “It’s not that…I..” This had been a lot easier in my head. As Dib looked up at me with a peaceful and interested look to what I had to say, my tongue became tied in knots. “I just…about last night.” I finally mentioned the night before, getting along to my subject. Dib’s face flushed a little before he coughed into his hand.
“What about it?” He asked, looking around the room, anywhere, but my eyes. I did the same.
“Zim has something…to confess.” I can even begin to describe the panic that began to form on Dib’s continence. I watched as Dib swallowed harshly and started to tap his foot nervously. His anxiousness only made me more nervous. I felt my lekkus lean closer to my head, showing my reservation. I cursed my showing humanoid emotions and shook my head. “N-never mind. You are hungry, yes? Zim assumes you have not nourished today. Human’s should nourish their weak bodies regularly.” I replaced the subject, quickly walking to the kitchen, my back to the human before he could say anything, not sure if he would say anything at all, but not willing to find out.
The moment I felt my bare foot touch the coolness of the tile floors in the kitchen, a set of heavy hands fell on my shoulders and turned me around. Seeing a quick flick of the room spinning before me, I froze. I made direct eye to eye contact with Dib, my breath fell still and silent, holding tightly to the Gir unit in my arms. I dared not say anything as the tall human just looked down at me. In a low chilling tone, his voice deep he pinned me to the wall…
“Tell me.”