My lungs burned from holding my breath and I exhaled woozily, trading in my frozen stillness for hyperventilation as the unseen ruckus suddenly stopped.
What was I supposed to do?
I wasn’t wearing pants, I still had half a wax strip clinging to my pubic hair, I had no weapons and since I’d been alone when I started this stupid project, I hadn’t even pulled the privacy curtain.There was nowhere to hide, and I had every light in the spa on full blast.
Indecision and panic trapped me in place, even as the leg I stood on started to cramp from my awkward standing squat.
I literally couldn’t have picked a worse situation to be in when reality came crashing into my little haven.
The sound of heavy steps came closer.I couldn’t stop panting, I couldn’t move, my brain spinning every possible scenario as I waited for the intruder to show themselves.
My eyes fixed on the door to the storage room, it swung open and a set of thick, black horns ducked through, followed by a huge, bright red face, and wide, red shoulders.
It's the devil, I thought numbly as I took in the naked, muscle bound figure.He stared back, wearing nothing but a leather loincloth, a short tail flicking slowly behind him.There was blood streaming down his shoulder, dripping over his arm.Huge black hooves were planted shoulder width apart on the shiny floors I’d mopped this morning, and the person, alien, monsterwhatever,stared back at me with a shocked look I knew was mirrored on my own face.
2 Tovis
My brain was stillrattled from my near escape from the enraged percer sow outside, and I couldn't help but wonder if I’d imagined the strange scene in front of me.There was a human female in the cool, brightly lit building.
That alone wouldn’t be enough to confuse me.This is the humans’ planet, there were mated females in my band, so clearly enough escaped and survived the invasion it was reasonable to assume there would be more.
But this female wasn’t a skinny, sunburned, grime covered survivor.She was clean, her dark hair soft and brushed, her skin paler than any of the other females I’d met.And she was only wearing a shirt.Her bottom half naked, one foot propped up on a strange table, one hand between her legs, holding onto a purple strip of something.
The hair between her legs was patchy, the skin inflamed like she’d half skinned herself but the open room is filled with floral, clean scents, not blood or suffering.
I smacked the heel of my hand against my head and tried to understand what I was looking at.
“This can’t be happening,” she said weakly.“I’ve finally lost my mind.”
“I’ve lost mine,” I replied, stepping closer.
She squeaked and jerked her hand up, her face turned red, a hiss of pain escaping her as she dropped the purple strip to the floor, exposing another bare patch of skin.
She was pulling her hair out?Why?
There was a flurry of movement as she lunged to the floor, grabbed a bundle of cloth and dragged her pants on while gawking at me.Her round eyes were huge with fear, hands shaking as she struggled with her clothes and I quickly raised my hands and stepped forward.
