Once again, I was left completely alone. Half the day passed by before the mousy woman next door woke up. She found herself on the floor of her own room and couldn't remember how she got there.

“The administrator dragged you there yesterday.” I said to her.

She gasped and yanked open the door and stared out at me. “You're still here!”

“Yeah, the administrator's been a bit busy to get back to the whole torture thing.” I said.

She took a step out of her room and her face winced. I could actually hear the dried urine crack on her jumpsuit. She looked down at herself and then at me.

“A couple of ladies washed me off. Go take a shower to clean yourself up. I'll wait right here for you.”

She gave me a disbelieving look. “Why are you making jokes?”

“Because it's funny?” I asked. “Would it help if I said to leave the door open so I can watch you?”

She opened her mouth to say yes, then she looked at my restrained arms and legs and remembered that I could easily open them. “Do you promise to stay there and not come in after me?”

“No.” I said and she caught her breath. “When you're in the shower, as soon as you ask yourself if I'm going to do it, I'll come in there and do it.”

She gasped and trembled a little, then she couldn't help herself and thought about me breaking free and actually joining her in the shower. The whole scene of what she wanted to happen played out and her breathing sped up.

“You... really would...”

“Imagine millions of potential lives entering you.” I repeated her words and her whole body shook.

She had to brace herself on the door frame so she wouldn't collapse. “That... that can't happen... right now.”

I smiled. “What if I promise to do it later?”

“I... no. No. You won't. You lie.” She said and carefully walked into her room, stripped off her jumpsuit, and stepped into the shower. She lathered up and scrubbed her tiny thighs that were barely there, the flat and almost deflated cheeks of her ass, then she scrubbed between her legs. Surprisingly, there was a bit of meat there and it wasn't just a hollow divot like I had expected.

She sighed as her hands rubbed her slightly distended belly and then moved up to the small breasts she had. They hung off of her like pancakes, which meant nearly all of the fat in her body was gone.

He would never touch me looking like this. She thought, her mind full of sadness, then she froze solid and stopped breathing as I slid my hands around her waist.

“I swear I just heard you say I wouldn't touch you.” I said and moved one hand up to her breast and moved the other down between her legs.

“Wh-what... what are you doing?” She asked. Oh, my goddess! He's actually touching me!

“I'm making sure you're thoroughly clean.” I said and nuzzled her ear. “I have just the right sized tool to do that, too.”

She grabbed both my hands and I stopped moving them, because she didn't have the strength to stop me. She stepped forward slightly and turned around to look at me. She might have looked mousy; but, it was because she was so thin. She was only a few inches shorter than me and her hands reached up for my face.

“You don't want to do this.” She said.

“What I don't want is a commitment from you or for you to think that this is anything more than me having a great time with you.” I said. “Shall I get started?” I asked and reached down and picked her up with my hands on her ass and braced her against the side of the shower stall.

Her legs automatically went around me. “W-w-wait, I...”

“Yes, I'm going to give you a good amount of Presence, too.”

“That's not what I...”

I slipped myself inside of her and she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on for dear life. All those little scars I had seemed to work wonders on her, because she tightened up a lot and they rubbed her all along the inside. She finished right away and she dug her face into the crook of my neck. She almost cried because she was so happy and then I started to move.

“Huh.. huh... huh...” She started panting immediately to the same rhythm I was using and helped me recreate the scene she had imagined about me taking her in the shower. There was just one thing missing and she lifted her head to look into my eyes.

“Don't faint on me again, because we are just getting started.” I said and kissed her. I only gave her a tenth of the minuscule amount of Presence I had given her the day before and it was sucked into her Presence center almost before it left my mouth.

“Mmmm!” She moaned and she started rocking her hips to help me have an easier time while I had sex with her. She had forgotten that I couldn't feel anything down there and that was okay, because while it was easier for me, she made it very easy for herself and she finished. I gave her another taste and her little orgasm became a bigger one and she nearly screamed into my mouth... then she bit my tongue.

Blood pooled into our mouths and she finished again as she sucked up the blood and received another Presence boost. She licked and sucked on my tongue and then she broke the kiss.

“More!” She said and kissed me again. I did my best to avoid giving her my tongue to chew on and gave her another little bit of Presence. She finished again and she tried to rock her hips a little more than her body could handle, because she was getting over-excited. She ignored the pain as she moved and I pressed her into the side of the shower stall to slow her movements down.

I broke the kiss this time and looked at her. “You're going to hurt yourself if you keep that up.”

“I don't care! I don't care if I break my spine doing this!” She exclaimed. “Just go inside of me! Please!”

I opened my mouth to remind her that I couldn't and she saw my tongue. She darted her head forward and kissed me hard and managed to snag the end of it. She chewed on it like a dog with its favorite toy and blood gushed out into her mouth. Her arms gripped me like a vise and she wasn't going to let go, so I quickly devised a plan.

I moved in and out of her as fast as I could and gathered some external Presence and made it into hundreds of tiny bits that I gathered right below my penis. Individually, she might not have noticed it, but together? She felt it building up and she frantically sucked on my tongue and moved her hips for what was about to come. I tensed all of my muscles and she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, then I moved it up and released all of that Presence inside of her.

“OHHHHHHHHHH!” She yelled as her Presence center sucked everything inside. She finished again and squirted only a little pee on me, since she hadn't replenished her fluids yet, then she tried to curl up into a ball like she had on my lap the day before.

I pulled out and held her as she pulled her legs up to her chest and she ducked her head to rest her forehead on her knees. “That's not a great survival mechanism, you know.”

She didn't answer me, because she was fast asleep and I sincerely doubted I could wake her, even if I wanted to. I held her gently and washed her off, then used a towel to dry her off. There was no way I was going to dress her in that position, so I just brought her over to her bed and tucked her under the blanket.

Now that I had access to a shower, I used my Detect Presence technique to follow where the pipes and things went. The map I had only showed me where things were, not what they did or how they were connected. I followed the pipes through the building and down into what would be the basement. It was on the other side of the hallway from the isolation cells and I chuckled.

Now all I need is a couple miles of pipes if I want hot and cold water. I thought with amusement. If I only wanted water, I could get it directly from the large underground lake they get it from or from the water treatment and waste treatment plant on the other side of the automated crate factory. I would only need about a mile of pipes for that or I could grab some and carry it to where I wanted it.

I turned off the water and dried myself off, grabbed a few of the shrink wrapped jumpsuits from the rack and stored them, then I walked back into the administrator's office. I grabbed one of the buckets and cleaned off the chair, put the bucket back where it was, then dried the chair and sat down. I was tempted to play around a bit with the things in her desk, then shrugged and closed the restraints to secure myself back to the chair.

I looked to the medical room and saw the assistant had set up one of the small medical stasis pods and the severed hand was inside. They might not spare one for an egg, but a hand? Sure, they can do that. I chuckled and saw the administrator was curled up on the bed and she had her stump inside some kind of vat. It looked like medical gel, but I wasn't a technician, so it could be just water and soap for all I knew.

I looked into the holding cells next and saw The Order member as he sat on a cot and stared at the door. I couldn't hear his thoughts, which meant he was probably meditating or in shock. I checked the avian women next and they were still unconscious and no one seemed to be going in to check on them. I thought about breaking up their food and force feeding them, then counted how long it had been since they ate.

They can't go another day without food. I thought and carefully rolled them over onto their backs and sat them up, then made multiple small balls with the food and funnelled them through their throats and into their stomachs. I wasn't very familiar with Aviatoma biology, so I couldn't force the digestion and spread the energy myself, so I left it alone and let their stomachs do the work.

After that, I closed my eyes and entered a meditative state while keeping myself alert. I assumed since no one was around or even really knew I was going to be there all alone, I could pretend I was actually in solitary confinement. I smiled at the thought that I had to have my penis tortured to get some alone time and concentrated on absorbing as much Presence as possible.

*

It took two days for the medical assistant to assess the administrator's wound and to see if her hand could be reattached. As far as she could tell, there shouldn't be any problem. All of the nerve endings were intact and the veins and arteries had been cauterized instantly, so there was no excess bleeding or burst or torn endings like if a knife or an axe had been used.

The problem she had was that the artery ended right at the stump and the vein started at the stump... and it didn't make the proper circuit that it would have if the hand had been there to complete it. She knew that it was a major and complicated surgery to handle the problem and to ensure the blood flow into the stump and its return to the heart.

She also knew that she couldn't do it herself, because she hadn't performed anything like it before, and she wasn't sure how long the administrator could survive with a slowly dying arm. Her blood pressure was erratic, especially since the circulatory system had been so compromised, and her body's immune system was trying desperately to heal the damage.

The only good part was that the hand had been put in stasis quickly and it would have to stay there until it could be reattached.

“What am I going to do?” She asked no one in particular. “She's slowly dying and I'm pretty sure that she won't survive until the replacement medical technician arrives.”

“What if you put her in a biomedical tank and attach her stump to the proper pumps?” A man's voice asked.

“What? Who's that?” She asked and looked around. “Where are you?”

“I'm the prisoner that's still up here in her office.” The man's voice said.

The medical assistant's mouth dropped open. “How are you using the intercom? That's a locked system!”

The voice laughed. “I'm not using the intercom. I'm using Presence.” He said. “So, biomedical tank?”

“We don't have one.” She said. “I couldn't do the surgery required anyway.”

“Then pop her into a stasis pod like her hand and keep her in there until the medical technician arrives.”

“That's two months away.” She said. “Who will run the mine?”

The voice laughed. “If she dies long before then, who will run the mine?”

The medical assistant thought about it and sighed. “Yes, you're right. It's better she lives and is only absent, instead of dead.” She stood up. “I'm going to need a hand or two to transfer her, once I get the thing set up.”

“Not a problem.” The voice said and the assistant gasped when two slightly blue glowing disembodied hands appeared in front of her and the fingers wiggled at her. “Ready and waiting.”

“I must be going crazy.” She said and swatted at the hands and they moved out of her way.

“There's no need to be rude.” The voice said.

She sighed and went into the medical storage room and grabbed the biggest stasis pod they had. She pulled it out into the medical room and over to the administrator's bed, then checked all the telltales for the equipment. She saw a few of the required chemical ingredients were a little low, since it hadn't been used in a long time. She added them, checked the onboard battery that would sustain it for quite some time if the power went out, and she made all the proper connections to the closest wall ports.

The medical assistant took about an hour to set it all up and she triple checked that it was perfectly functional. “Okay, give me a hand with...”

The administrator was lifted up with six slightly blue Presence Hands, one under her back, her head, both arms and both legs, and she was gently placed into the stasis pod. The administrator hadn't reacted, because the medical assistant had put her into a coma to stop her from freaking out.

“Thank you.” The medical assistant said.

“She said if she died, the place would completely shut down.” The voice said. “I'd rather have her in stasis and keep the place up and running.”

She nodded and made the proper hose connections to the administrator's wrists, nose, mouth, and surprisingly, her rectum. She closed the pod and typed up a few things on the stasis pod's display, then she hit the button. It took about ten minutes for the stasis pod to fill up and she checked the readouts.

The same kind of fluid entered through the hoses attached to the administrator and after about five minutes, the medical assistant nodded and hit the next button. The entire pod froze instantly inside and she looked at the readouts again to see minimal brain activity and she nodded.

“She's stable.” The medical assistant said.

“We also still have power and nothing's shut down.” The voice said. “Good work, Karol.”

“How do you know my name?” Karol asked, surprised.

“It's on the personnel list that I'm looking at right now.” The voice said and then chuckled. “With the administrator in stasis, I guess I don't have to keep pretending that I'm her personal prisoner anymore.”

“What? You were pretending?”

“Yep. Oh, and I'm moving into her residence. Let everyone else know, will you?” The voice said. “On second thought, I think I will.”

The intercom clicked and gave a short buzz to get everyone's attention in the administration center, the shipping area, and in the mine.

“Please be advised that the current administrator was gravely injured and has been put into stasis until a medical technician can be brought here in two months to deal with it.” The man's strong voice said in an authoritative tone. “As of this moment, Hunter, that is Prisoner 8235642, will be moving into her residence and will take over her duties as administrator of this facility. Any and all inquiries shall be relayed to him in his office, previously her office, and he will deal with any problems as they occur.”

The medical assistant stared at the intercom speaker and didn't know what to say.

“That is all. Have a good day.” Hunter said and the intercom clicked off.