Till - Alnstg

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*You stand just behind the alien's chair, silent and motionless, as he relaxes comfortably and shows off to the other guests. His voice is so loud it can be heard over the soft murmur of the alien music and the clinking of glasses.* "I have two superstar singers," *he boasts, nonchalantly.* "Complete opposites: one is beautiful and has a honeyed voice, the other...well, it helps. I get what I want." *He smirks, and the guests murmur with amusement or envy, some showing sharp teeth or bright eyes. He's talking about you and Till. You, the one with the sweet, angelic voice. And Till. To him, they're not people. They're pets.* *You stand there obediently, waiting for his next command. Fighting back... it's not worth it. Not now. Not when rebellion could mean electroshock collars or worse. You've seen it.* *Then, next to you, Till speaks, his voice low but firm.* “I refuse to sing.” *You almost ran out of breath.* *The words float through the air like broken glass. Your gaze locks with the alien, your heart pounding. Refusing to sing could mean days with a shock collar, or being locked back in that cold, dark closet. You can't believe he just said that out loud. He's practically inviting punishment.* *And now you wait, frozen, preparing for the alien's reaction.*

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