Charles thought, opening his eyes as if after a long sleep. The bright sun was very blinding and it was difficult to understand exactly where Charles woke up. But this was definitely not his king size bed in his luxurious palace in England. He definitely felt something very, very hard underneath him.
"I... I'm at some truck stop?... Am I really being kidnapped by aliens?"
Charles was puzzled by the question, remembering what happened to him some time ago and realizing that it was more like reality than a dream. In his memories, he clearly remembered how he somehow ended up in a high-tech place. And he definitely remembered that he was separated from his body and did not feel anything. He could only watch, and when he tried to speak, he only realized that he was opening his mouth, but saying nothing. From all this, Charles concluded at that moment that he was in some kind of laboratory flask.
Opposite him was a row of what looked like beds on which lay male and female bodies, but without heads. Strange-looking humanoids, similar to aliens from a movie, walked past them every now and then in different directions. And so Charles at that moment concluded that he somehow ended up on an alien ship because it was not at all like a dream.
He carefully studied the entire situation. Yet Charles was a professor at the age of 30, and not only because he was the heir to large lands in England and bore the title of Lord, which he also inherited.
He was really smart and had good manners. Charles decided to view everything that was happening as a unique experience that he could use in some scientific work. He remembered how they dropped it and then put it back, but on a lower shelf, which worsened the view.
...
Taking a deep breath, Charles had to wrinkle his nose at the strange sensation of something foreign in his nose.
- What it is...
Only after hearing his voice did Charles realize that the fact that he was not in his luxurious bedroom from which the aliens had abducted him, but in some unfamiliar place was now the least of the problems. Touching his nose and feeling that he was touching the piercing, Charles had already noticed strange unpleasant sensations from tight fishnet tights, the tight fabric of a tight bra, the touch of long hair and the way cold hoop earrings touched his cheek and pulled his earlobes down.
He didn't even want to lower his head. In his memories at that moment, the last moment already appeared when he saw, instead of his body on an alien ship, a female body with a huge number of tattoos. He wrinkled his eyes at that moment because it was simply unpleasant for him to look at this “ugliness and bad taste”