The wyrm heard this and must have understood because it's reaction was immediate. A low hiss like water hitting hot metal that made Sic's hairs stand on end erupted from it's jaws.
It was pure rage.
"Well I'm not doin' it," Charlie said. Even he seemed a little taken aback by this new plan.
"Obviously not. We're gonna make
her
do it."
A ringing had started in Sic's ears and she couldn't hear the hiss of the angry wyrm or make out what the mercenaries were saying until the toe of a boot was in her side, nudging her.
"Get up," he was saying.
There was an edge of excitement in his voice that wasn't there before.
Sic wasn't ignorant of some of the shows that happened in the underground for those that could afford it. Pay enough and you could fuck a mutant creature or watch it being fucked whichever got you off. The creatures were slaves like her, forced into prostitution for human entertainment.
When she watched the thick needle sliding into the soft skin of the wyrm's inner hind leg while it was distracted she knew this wasn't the first time they'd used a creature like this.
It was a powerful aphrodisiac and it wasn't cheap or easy to find outside of the underground brothels. The wyrm noticed too late, attempting to whip it's tail around to strike the mercenary who was already out of range.
Already Sic could sense the change in the proud beast, his eyes were a little more hazy and less murder-filled than before as the drugs took hold.
"What are you waiting for Charlie? Hurry the fuck up, we've only got about fifteen minutes 'til this shit wears off," the mercenary at Sic's side yelled in impatience. Meanwhile, Sic was already distancing herself from the situation.
This was just an animal. She could think of it like milking a cow, if cows were nine feet tall and had wings. Maybe they did now. She had never seen one in person and all the healthy ones were kept in facilities with the pures to avoid contamination.
Charlie was back dragging a device with a long glass cylinder open on one end and connected to a collection tube and bag on the other. He approached somewhat awkwardly Sic noticed, not making eye contact with her as her captor yanked it out of his hand, thrusting it at Sic.
Her hands weren't shaking, something to be proud of she wasn't really sure. Sic didn't feel fear as she weighed the glass cylinder in her hands. She didn't feel anything at all as a rough hand was in the middle of her back shoving her within striking distance of the wyrm.
His eyes were on her now, the closest target, but he was relaxed by the aphrodisiac. His posture was no longer rigid and his hands were limp at his sides.
Just a big fucking cow.
The first step was the hardest, despite her numbed brain her legs refused to move her any closer.
That was when she felt it.
A tiny prick at the base of her spine. She turned and saw the flechette rifle pointed at her, it's bright green laser still painting a dot on her arm. Her captor was grinning his lips pulled back too far showing every tooth.
"Might wanna move a little faster, darlin'. Hands're feelin' a little twitchy right now."
Looking back on it, the right thing to do would have been to choose death instead of this humiliation.
Time lurched and the distance was halved between she and the wyrm, his wary eye following her progress. He watched her sidelong and for the first time she noticed a scar that ran deep over his eye right in line with his pupil.
