Hoskins has seen what these hybrids can do if you give 'em just an inch of room to spare, and even now he knows it's a damn good thing she's been pumped full of enough drugs to stop a water buffalo in its tracks. Those chains don't give her much room to move, at that; doesn't stop him from wishing they were a little shorter right about now, but it doesn't matter.
Her screams reverberate off of the metal, making his ears and his head ache, but he ignores it. She's not gonna scare him off just by being noisy, and he's feeling a lot less forgiving after taking such a nasty swipe across the back of his hand. Honestly, he's starting to think that Owen Grady isn't the raptor whisperer everybody believes he is, including Hoskins himself; this girl has no self-control, and she just plain refuses to listen to reason.
It was the same with Omega. That boy was walking perfection when he started out, but then he just got worse and worse. And yet, Hoskins knew he wasn't working with a rational, functioning human being. These were animals, and they could be trained, but they had to understand they were inferior. Mankind calls the shots. Always.
He can't keep his grip right there on her thigh forever, but Hoskins is going full steam ahead with what's in his mind now. And it's been on his mind -- in the back of it, at least -- for a long time now. The raptor hybrids are very pretty girls, but Blue... well, she just got better and better as she grew up. What a true beauty. And the way she moved, all fluid and graceful, but with that touch of savagery that made him know she was the perfect specimen he needed. He'd admired her for a lot of different reasons. And he saw the way she looked at Owen sometimes. The girl's got a thing for authority figures, all right.
So he straddles the thin cot, shoving himself between her legs. If she was at full strength, she might be able to crush him with them, but there's no way the drugs or the chains are gonna let her do it now. And it leaves his hands momentarily free to shove the knife back into his belt, and wrap up his bloody knuckles with the strip of cloth. Her medical gown is torn to the point of being useless, and the sight of her half-naked body straining at the chains gets his motor running with the help of the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Yeah, she's dangerous. But she's still just an animal.
"You're gonna give me what I want, little girl," he rasps, breathing heavily now as he works open his belt and his jeans with unsteady hands. He's already hard enough, and she doesn't need to be ready for him. "One way or the other..." And he pulls her hips toward him and fumbles between her thighs until he abruptly shoves himself inside her, thrusting forward against the tight muscles that resist him.
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Her screams reverberate off of the metal, making his ears and his head ache, but he ignores it. She's not gonna scare him off just by being noisy, and he's feeling a lot less forgiving after taking such a nasty swipe across the back of his hand. Honestly, he's starting to think that Owen Grady isn't the raptor whisperer everybody believes he is, including Hoskins himself; this girl has no self-control, and she just plain refuses to listen to reason.
It was the same with Omega. That boy was walking perfection when he started out, but then he just got worse and worse. And yet, Hoskins knew he wasn't working with a rational, functioning human being. These were animals, and they could be trained, but they had to understand they were inferior. Mankind calls the shots. Always.
He can't keep his grip right there on her thigh forever, but Hoskins is going full steam ahead with what's in his mind now. And it's been on his mind -- in the back of it, at least -- for a long time now. The raptor hybrids are very pretty girls, but Blue... well, she just got better and better as she grew up. What a true beauty. And the way she moved, all fluid and graceful, but with that touch of savagery that made him know she was the perfect specimen he needed. He'd admired her for a lot of different reasons. And he saw the way she looked at Owen sometimes. The girl's got a thing for authority figures, all right.
So he straddles the thin cot, shoving himself between her legs. If she was at full strength, she might be able to crush him with them, but there's no way the drugs or the chains are gonna let her do it now. And it leaves his hands momentarily free to shove the knife back into his belt, and wrap up his bloody knuckles with the strip of cloth. Her medical gown is torn to the point of being useless, and the sight of her half-naked body straining at the chains gets his motor running with the help of the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Yeah, she's dangerous. But she's still just an animal.
"You're gonna give me what I want, little girl," he rasps, breathing heavily now as he works open his belt and his jeans with unsteady hands. He's already hard enough, and she doesn't need to be ready for him. "One way or the other..." And he pulls her hips toward him and fumbles between her thighs until he abruptly shoves himself inside her, thrusting forward against the tight muscles that resist him.