Digging For Answers, Not Love - Chap 10 part 1
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Roxanne wakes up laying on the cold floor of a cell. Rolling into an upright position, blood rushes to her head and incites a killer headache. She closes her eyelids quickly while taking a few calming breaths. The pain begins too dull to a persistent throbbing near her temples.

Digging For Answers, Not Love - Chap 10 part 1

Roxanne wakes up laying on the cold floor of a cell. Rolling into an upright position, blood rushes to her head and incites a killer headache.

She closes her eyelids quickly while taking a few calming breaths. The pain begins too dull to a persistent throbbing near her temples.

Deeply sighing, the woman only hopes it's not a sign of a concussion.

Shifting her aching body to lean against the wall, she slides down the metal with her knees pulled tight to her chest. The cooling sensation of the metal on her back helps some.

The door to the cell slides open and Lieutenant Faora walks in with a bundle of fabric in her arms. She eyes the human woman sitting on the floor with a flicker of sympathy in her gaze.

Without looking up, Roxanne blandly asks, "Are you here to lecture me or to torture me?" Faora's blue eyes take in the doctor's defeated face and posture.

"General Zod sent me to help you get ready for the ceremony," the lieutenant replies.

Roxanne doesn't move to get up. She gives a humourless laugh before sarcastically saying, "Oh yes...How could I forget my own wedding."

Green watery eyes land on Faora before adding, "That must make you my maid of honor."

The alien tucks the clothing underneath her arm before gently grabbing Roxanne's arms, helping her stand up.

Roxanne has to tilt her head slightly to look at Faora's face but she catches sight of a small smile on the woman's lips.

"Perhaps while I help you get ready you will explain the meaning of what you said," the lieutenant simply suggests.

Roxanne is led out of the cell, into an empty bedroom suite, and guided straight into the bathroom area. 'I guess not everything is so different here from Earth,' the human muses to herself.

The grey tub automatically starts to fill with itself water and soaps that have unfamiliar but pleasant scents.

The doctor turns around to face the lieutenant with a new determination in her stance. "I will cooperate with this in exchange for some answers," she politely demands.

Faora doesn't seem to be phased by this request and gives a small nod in agreement. "Agreed. Please remove your clothing and step into the bath."

Roxanne turns around to face away from the alien and begins to remove her makeshift shirt. It isn't exactly difficult because of its damaged state.

She bends slightly at the waist to unbutton her red paints and slide them down her legs. Both items fall to the floor.

The only things left to cover her body are her black lacy set of underwear and bra. Roxanne begins to feel embarrassed but continues.

Twisting her bruised hands behind her back she unhooks her bra. Then she removes the last barrier between her being clothed and naked.

Feeling a cold draft, Roxanne quickly steps into the warm water in the tub.

She submerges her exposed body and moves some of the soap bubbles to cover the necessities.

Turning her red face to the lieutenant she surprisingly finds the alien facing the wall, giving her some privacy. "You can turn around now," Roxanne softly tells her.

Faora turns around and sits down in the metal chair placed next to the tub. Both women are now almost eye level. The Lieutenant clears her throat lightly, "You have questions."

Roxanne nods, thankful to finally get some real answers. "Yes. I guess the main question I have is about the ceremony

and what it is basically for?" The human holds her breath in anticipation for the alien woman's response.

Faora takes a second to gather her thoughts before replying. She bluntly starts speaking. "On Krypton, for centuries, our people have completed the ceremony to bind two people together.

In the beginning, it was to enhance fertility and produce multiple children for our ranks. Special circumstances were allowed for arranged marriages.

But as technology advanced to the point where we didn't need natural births anymore, it became a rarity. It all but died out, until now."

The lieutenant stops talking and hands Roxanne a brush to scrub her body with. Thinking through Faora's words, the human woman absentmindedly takes the brush and begins to clean her body.

She whispers softly, "How is it done?" Faora assumes Roxanne means the actual acts of ceremony and prepares her answer.

"Traditionally, Kryptonian women are scarred with symbols to bind them to their partner. The sigils also allow for the couple to feel each other's emotions and help them connect.

Then the partner would bite the woman on their neck and carve their family seal onto her chest. There is virtually no data documented on what happens after completion of the bond."

Roxanne rolls her eyes, "Objectively, that sounds a little misogynistic to me." Faora lets out a little laugh and nods in agreement. "Yes.

To remedy that, some women would choose to bite their partner's neck in return. But even without that step, the couple would still be bonded."

Once she is finished washing, Faora helps her out of the tub while averting her eyes. Looking away, the alien woman hands Roxanne a fluffy black towel.

Roxanne gingerly takes it and wraps it around her body securely.

Once again, she's led back into the bedroom and handed a floor-length dress to put on. Heading behind a dressing screen in the corner of the room, she drops the towel to the floor.

She holds up the metallic-like grey dress in front of her. Roxanne briefly wonders to herself, where's the rest of it?

Roxanne considers what would happen if she refuses to put on the revealing dress. Debating with herself for the moment, she begrudgingly puts on the dress in favour of getting more information.

Seeing a mirror behind her, Roxanne turns to gaze at her reflection.

continue to part 2...

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