The voice sends a chill through your bones.

You freeze. The alien creature who had spoken to you earlier strides into view. You watch him through the mirror.

"You should consider yourself lucky, little one." He lets his hand brush across the cage bar as he walks. Sparks fly, but he doesn't flinch.

"My partner wanted to toss you. We had better subjects already. But I saw your potential!"

You suddenly feel very naked. You try to seem calm as you scrunch back down on your bed and pull the stiff blanket in front of your body. The material is rough and the scratchy feeling is very distracting.

Something shiny catches your eye! You snap your head back towards your captor. He's tapping his finger on the bar. Each time he does a little red explosion pops.

"Wha... what are you... doing? What are you??" You stumble and stutter over your words. It's like being twelve again and having your voice crack in front of the class. This isn't St Sebastian's Academy though, and that sure as hell isn't Sister Mary Rose!