The Android and the Thief by Wendy Rathbone

Author:Wendy Rathbone [Rathbone, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay Romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-408-1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

THEY PASSED a series of small doors ranged very close together. Trev stumbled several more times. He heard no sound coming from this place. Only emptiness. Only silence. A stale scent filled his nostrils.

He had a sentry on either side of him, a human guard in front, and a human guard following close behind. They stopped in front of one of the little doors.

The guard in front of him said, “Clothes.”

“What?” Trev looked at the guard’s no-nonsense face, chiseled, dark, firm.

“Remove all clothing.”

“All of it?”

“All clothes. Now!”

Trev began to disrobe. When he got down to his shorts, he asked, “Shorts too?”

“All clothes.”

Trev had let his clothes fall to the floor in a pile. The shorts soon followed.

One of the sentries bent and held a wand to the door. A series of lights flashed violet, amber, pink. The door sprung open.

“Get in,” the guard who’d opened the door said.

The door was maybe five feet high. Trev had to duck low to walk through it. On the other side, an abrupt darkness came up so swiftly and fiercely around him that he lost his balance and fell. His knees hit the hard floor. Then the stars came out.

All around him, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, was blackness pricked by millions of stars. The entire room was one small transparent cube.

The door slammed behind him. He heard the buzz of the lock. On his hands and knees, naked and completely exposed, Trev could only gasp.

He became immediately disoriented and nauseated. Was there even a toilet?

Trying to clear his mind, he glanced about and saw a low square off in one corner. He crawled over to investigate.

The toilet was no more than a box with a darkness deep inside, but if he had to throw up, it was right there. Beside that box was an indentation in the clear floor, and sticking out, as if from black nothingness, was a spigot. When he ran his hand under it, water flowed.

That was it for the niceties. He had no bed, no towel, no toilet paper that he could find, nothing. He drew his legs up, closed his eyes, and huddled against the wall the spigot came out of.

The air felt cold, but not too cold—just enough to be uncomfortable.

Trev rested his head against his knees. So, he thought to himself. Solitary is like falling through the stars.

He wondered how many days he would be here.

He began to cry.

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