Lily groaned as she regained consciousness. All she could remember was that some sort of fight had broken out, and she eventually passed out from her injuries.
Where was she? It was dark, and musty. She was nude, and her backside felt numb from the cold metal she was laying on.
She tried to sit up and smacked her face on more metal less than a foot from her face. Her hands cast out and quickly confirmed she was in a box.
Her chest tightened. Oh god, I’m in a coffin. Oh god, oh please no…
She kicked the end of the box and the end swung open with a creak. As quickly as she could (which was not very quick due to the lack of wiggle room) she abandoned her box and found herself in a morgue.
Her breathing slowly returned to normal. After thinking she’d been buried alive, she could almost deal with waking up in a morgue.
There was a tag wrapped around her left big toe. Shivering in the stainless steel room, she slipped it off and read it.
Name: Jane Doe
Cause of Death: Multiple, see extended file
Organ Donor ☑
It also noted the time and date of her dissection and autopsy. Lily felt nauseous; if they’d already removed her internal organs, there were some receivers who will be getting truly miraculous transplants. She decided not to think about what exactly this is going to mean for the future of medicine.
I need to get out of here first thing first, she thought, wrapping a smelly sheet around her for warmth and then replacing it out of respect for the body underneath. They weren’t able to identify me, but who knows if they had time to try and match DNA or really check things out.
She had to find Axel. But how?
* * *
Emile picked Nairda up and carried him to the bed, tucking him in gently. Lena brought an extra blanket in case it got drafty during the night.
“It’s all right Nairdey-poo,” his mother finally said softly. “Emilena sounds like a hard person to live with.”
Nairda shook his head. “She’s perfect...she is my sun and my moon...my muse…”
“Of course she is,” Emile comforted. “The goods ones are always a handful. I think I know what your problem is.”
Nairda sniffed. “You do?”
Lena nodded. “You need to be firmer with her. I don’t think you’re making your priorities and needs clear enough. She sounds like a woman who prefers direct communication.”
“Try this,” Emile instructed. She slapped his wife in the face. “Get on your knees, bitch. Show me why I keep you around.”
Lena purred and followed his instructions, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. In a few minutes, they seemed to have forgotten about Nairda.
“Err…” Nairda’s eyes bugged out and he averted his gaze. “I'm reasonably certain she’d kill me if I tried to do that.”
“Of course she won’t,” moaned Emile, slightly distracted. “Cause you love each other. Right?”
Nairda nodded fiercely.
“I think I know the problem,” Lena spoke up, taking a break from her husband. “I think you’re just inexperienced in bed. That life story involved a depressingly low amount of nookie before you met your ëtrue love’. You’re probably not satisfying her.”
“She’s, eh, not as sexual as you two are...’ Nairda said apprehensively, but his father cut him off.
“Nonsense! She just says that cause she’s unimpressed with you! Lena has said that to all sorts of guys!”
Lena nodded. “But we can fix that. Lucky for you, your parents are something of experts on this subject.” She stripped off her bathrobe and crawled onto the bed. “Before you see her again, we’ll make you into a stallion.”
Nairda drew the blankets over his chest. “Uh, that’s all right...I don’t think that would be…uh...”
Emile took his shirt off and crawled in the other side. “It’s okay, son,” he comforted. “Part of our job as parents is to teach you about the birds and the bees. Just lie back and relax.”
“I don’t, I…” Nairda struggled, but he hadn’t anywhere to go. And after a few minutes, he didn’t feel like he had the willpower to make them stop, especially after they incorporated him into their routine.
“No more worrying, honey,” his mother comforted him. “Just focus on how good it feels…”
Nairda took a few deep breaths, and found it harder and harder to think of anything but the sensations. Finally, he gave in.
“Ohhh...there you go Nairda…” Emile groaned.
“Just like old times, Nairda…” his mother sighed. “Mmm…”
"Old times? We haven't--" His mother put a finger over his mouth so he couldn't talk any more.
The further along they went, the more Nairda felt something was off. It was only when Lena accidentally referred to him as Karl that he suddenly realized he wasn’t the Nairda they were both fantasizing about.
