FACE HUGGER 10-12 (Patreon)

"As you can see subject A is nearly in position." Dr. Watson suppresses an involuntary shiver of delight, thinking about how terrified the poor prisoner must be. She'd read the girl's bio, of course. A minor drugs offense compounded by new charges in prison. The sort of thing that an affluent girl would have scrubbed from her record, but belter trash like this? Well it was more than her life was worth...

Riley struggles against her magnetic restraints, but it's no use. They're far stronger than she is. The cold air of the lab feels clammy against her bare skin and she shudders, a strange, alien smell wafting into her nostrils from below...

She realizes that the little sec specialist who had scared her before is leaving, and suddenly wishes the girl would come back. Anything would be better than being alone right now...