“Don’t trick my androids again. If you’re sick, then be sick. They have been reprogrammed to tell me the moment you are in distress and the second you ask to go within a restricted zone. Do you understand, Kat?” His voice hard and forceful.
She looked from the pizza to him. “But it got me what I wanted.”
“Kat...”
“It got me time looking out in space. I’ve never seen it before, not like this.” She waved her hand. “It made me feel small.” Her breath hitched. “But it also got me companionship and well, I never thought I would worship the pizza delivery man but wow, Dommik, you could make any woman’s dream come true. You look like a fantasy.”
He looked down at the pie he was holding with hands half-gloved in leather only to look beyond at his Kevlar-clad body and the nano-grade body suit that peaked out from underneath. He handed her the pizza. She wrenched it out of his hands and lifted the entire thing to devour.
“Wait a moment.” He unsheathed his dagger while she placed it on the couch and cut the food into slices.
“Thank you,” she giggled. “Want a slice?” Moaning and chewing. Her throat swallowing each bite and all at once, he was picturing her with her mouth wrapped around his dick, swallowing him down. Dommik had to stop himself from adjusting, again. The light flickered on his console, it vibrated and shot out a holographic screen.
A new mission.
He read the missive in seconds and the screen was gone before Kat took another bite. Every muscle in his body went tense and the stress of the day shot through him like a bullet. It wasn’t an easy job, in fact, it was a difficult one and exponentially more with Kat on the ship. His eyes met hers.
She was watching him while she ate.
“A new retrieval,” he told her, unsure why.
“Where?”
“A moon, far from here.”
Kat canted her head, the pizza now forgotten next to her. “Is that...bad?”
“It’s in a Trentian controlled sector. It’s a small colony, a religious group shunned by the main sect of their species. But they remain protected by the Trentian military force and are still subjected to their laws.” His stress increased. He could feel his metal interior pull apart, screaming for release. His hand split in two and he hid it at his side while keeping Kat’s eyes. Dommik wanted to rip apart his ropes. He ached to do so much more.
“Bin-Three!” he yelled.
“Yes, Master?”
“Take Kat down below. Give her access to the menagerie food processor and the codes for standard Earthian food.”
“Yes, Master.”
Kat stood back up. “Wait, Dommik, what’s wrong with this mission?”
“Please follow me, Katalina Jones.” Bin-Three was at her side.
Dommik ignored her and turned away. He vanished into the dark interior of his ship as she called after him. His mind was elsewhere. His mind on Mia and the EPED. And his anger.
***
Dommik released his body. Tearing and ripping the outer layers of his armor off. Each of his arms split into two, his legs followed suit until he was an eight appendaged abomination. A spider.
The rope was in his hands and the rough tear of it snapped as he pulled it apart, yanking it from the walls. His teeth, metal disguised as bone, elongated as his jaw expanded and broke away from his face. The cords continued to fall as he tore them from the ceiling, climbing over them, bending the grates in his wake.
The smell of the wild-haired girl and the stench of the food was unshakeable, although it was far down the hallway. Shreds fell around him as he crawled across the wall. His fangs filled with the strongest nano-enhanced paralytic poison in the universe, taken from the DNA of dozens of venomous creatures from around the universe.
He wanted to sink himself into Kat. His teeth and his body.
Instead, he went into a frenzy, purging the second floor of all his weaved creations until his manic state exhausted itself. Until his androids came behind him and cleaned up his mess.
Dommik laid naked on the floor of the bridge and scraped the metal with his nails. Hours passed before he found himself again.
Chapter Eight:
