Vulbogiô opened his eyes once more, a strange smell wafting into his nostrils. Hunger clenched his stomach, a low growl vibrating from it.

"Well that answers my question," a soft voice spoke. He glanced up and saw Sam leaning against the doorframe, her foreign clothes hugging her curves. The women in his realm looked strikingly similar to the women here, except for the skin color, eyes and teeth. He slowly sat up, trying to push himself off the bed. It was then that he noticed the strange tone of his skin. It was much darker. Frightened he pressed his back against the wall staring at his hands, "What have you done?"

***

Sam watched him look at himself as if he was a newborn fawn staring at his surroundings. As if he were a child. She couldn't blame him, he was attractive and very athletic that the v-line was quite prominent along with his well formed pectorals.

"What have you done?" Bogo cried, interrupting her thoughts about his body.

She stepped away, frightened at his outburst, "Done what?" she spoke her fingers trembling under his gaze. He walked close to her, taking long strides. It was then that she realized how large and tall he was. The top of her head barely reaching the base of his neck and his well muscled and broad chest nearly enveloping her own body.

"What have you done to my appearance? Why is my skin no longer white? Or my hair?"

Sam's face scrunched up in confusion, "What do you mean? You've always had that appearance since I first saw you." When Bogo moved away the cold air realized the heat he emanated from his body.

He paced back and forth in her room, muttering under his breath, "T'is must be the magic of the portal," he turned to her, "It's why I understand your tongue!"

She looked at him, suddenly feeling frightened at this man's presence, she backed away slowly her fingers reaching into her pocket for her pocket knife, "Are you okay?" she said shakily.

Bogo looked at her, "You don't believe me?" he spoke softly, vulnerability manifesting in his violet eyes.

"Why don't you come and eat?" Sam said, releasing her pocket knife. Bogo ran his hand through his long dark hair. She was surprised at the length when she first saw it, the tips of his hair reaching his hips.

"I suppose so. It would be selfish of me to let food you've prepared for me go to waste," his voice rumbled. For some reason she felt strangely happy, with her ex boyfriend he always came home with a bag from McDonald's and avoided eating her food as if her food was contaminated. Everyone else told her she cooked wonderfully.
Her meager apartment only had one room and a living room which met with the kitchen and had the door to the bathroom. She only owned a small circular table meant for only two people and black couch that was placed infront of her 32 inch screen which she used only in the evenings. She glanced at the clock reminding her that it was time for The Flash. She grinned and took the two plates of fried chicken from her counter, "Do you like The Flash?" she asked Bogo as she sat on the couch.

A confused face passed through his handsome features, "I do not know what that is."

A chuckle came from her lips, "Well then," she patted the seat next to her, motioning for him to sit down, "Get yourself comfortable." Bogo slowly moved his large form next to hers, sinking into the cushion. Sam placed the fried chicken onto his lap, where he took small pieces from it chewing it thoughtfully. She picked up the remote to the side and turned on the television, the noise filling the room,

I am Barry Allen...

A loud gasp came from Bogo, his face pale the chicken half way to his mouth.

"Are you alright?"she spoke to him concern crossing her features.

"You have a looking mirror!" he exclaimed, his violet eyes resting on her features, "Are you a goddess?" he spoke breathlessly before suddenly kneeling at her feet.

Shock made her freeze in her sofa, "I-I am not."

"Forgive me my goddess, I did not mean to cause you harm or trouble," he pleaded, "But surely you must know of what has happened to me since I was exiled from my world. You must know that I did not mean to betray my father."

Sam looked at him with wide eyes. She expected to see craziness emanting from his soul but she only saw saddness and desperation. Could he truly be telling the truth? Is that why he appeared out of no where in the middle of the road? It would explain his strange clothes.

"Do you have proof about the world you came from?" she asked. Bogo nodded, "Yes my goddess," he reached for his bag that had been set on the counter and emptied the contents on the table. Two daggers rested on the table, beautiful carvings along the golden handle. The blade itself was black with a red stone on the edge of the hilt. Sam had never seen anything similar to it, and she studied history well when she was unsure of what she wanted to major in college. It wasn't from the Celtics or from Arabia. The black metal wasn't even part if this earth. Beside the daggers was black book with a strange encryption on it. She opened it and inside were crystal pages, light, bendable and cold to the touch.
"My god, this is incredible," Sam murmured, running her fingers across the carved symbols, "What does this book say?"

"It's my mother's favorite book, it tells the love story of two warriors, a man and his wife, both were the first and last to enter the portal," Bogo said softly, "Mother always told me that story when I was younger."

"The portal is where you came from correct? Why did you go through in the first place?" Sam asked inquisitively.

"My father wanted me executed for he saw me naked next to his wife. I was forced, because she slipped something in the drink and sent a servant to put it in front of me," Bogo said, "My mother wanted to save my life so she sent me through the portal. And I came her."

Sam coughed, "Wait so you slept with your mom?"

Bogo's eyes widened, "No! My father had taken another wife, much younger than my mother."

Sam nodded slowly, "So you were raped then."

"Raped?" Bogo spoke, confusion clouding his features.

"It means to perform a sexual act without consent from both people," Sam said, pitying the man. He seemed terribly troubled yet strong enough to admit his traumatic experience.

"Then yes, I was raped," he whispered softly.