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continued to swoop up and down atop the trees. The whiteness of the clouds against the blue sky appeared more vibrant than on Earth. A rectangular aircraft hovered in the distance, and as she walked closer to the window, the clouds parted to reveal twin suns beaming down across the lush landscape.
    She pinched herself again. And again. A frustrated scream built in her throat, but she swallowed it and turned to the alien woman, a woman who appeared to be the same age as Carmen. Well, judging by human standards. Human standards weren’t the norm here though. The blue streaks in the alien woman’s hair contrasted with the lighter blue of her eyes. She had smooth porcelain skin, long legs and long, slender arms with five fingers on each hand, and thin lips that were pursed at the moment.
    Blue obviously wasn’t happy with Carmen. Not that she cared. She only cared about escape. Finding Erik. Perhaps the pieces of this crazy puzzle would fall into place once she spoke with him. Worry shadowed her thoughts as she once again wondered about his location and safety. Was he being held captive in a similar room?
    Another alien entered, a male carrying a tray of brightly colored food. Exotic. Everything about this place was exotic, yet somehow soothing because of the pastels in the room. Exhaustion tugged at Carmen and she glanced back at the bed. No, the crib. That’s what it was, as unnerving as it was to accept. She cupped her bottom, still stinging from the spanking Blue had administered.
    Her stomach rumbled as the male with cropped blond hair placed the tray on a table. He left the room without a word, only nodding at Blue as he slipped through the door, which zipped shut the moment he exited. She frowned, figuring it was automatic and programed not to allow her escape. She’d have to figure out a way to force her way outside.
    Blue gestured at the table, and Carmen’s stomach rumbled again. She hesitantly approached, taking the seat farthest from Blue, but the woman sat next to her anyway. Before Carmen could scoot away, her wrist was grasped as Blue pressed a spoonful of dark green goo into her mouth. It tasted bland at first, but after resting on her tongue for a few seconds, rich flavors exploded. Fruity, yet with a hint of nuts. Like the almonds she used to devour by the bag as she worked on a research proposal late at night. Whether it was due to surprise or hunger, Carmen allowed Blue to feed her several more bites before she slowly reached for the spoon.
    Smack! Cradling her stinging hand, she glared at the alien as fury built in her chest. Her blood boiled. The crib was annoying. The diaper insulting and embarrassing. Spoon feeding crossed the line. Why the hell wouldn’t Blue at least try to talk to her, or communicate in some other way? Humans had theorized about alien life for thousands of years, and while Carmen had never thought intelligent alien life would be discovered during her lifetime, she’d always thought the aliens would at least be smart enough to figure out how to communicate with them if such a meeting occurred.
    Instead, Blue was treating Carmen as if she couldn’t complete the simplest of tasks. Anger simmered as her sense of helplessness increased. She refused to eat another bite, despite the continued rumbling of her stomach. Disapproval shone on Blue’s face, and Carmen glanced down at the dark green, red, and orange goo on the tray, impulsively deciding that her new alien friend could use a bit of color on her stern face.
    With a quick flick of her hand, she sent the plate flying upward with a satisfying splat. But before she could try to make her escape, she found herself on Blue’s lap. Bottom up. Nightie pushed up, and diaper pulled down.
    She kicked her feet, trying to flail off the woman’s lap, but a flurry of spanks stung her bare flesh. She grabbed onto the table and lifted her head, a cry ripping from her throat as the pain built and built. A noise by the door caught her