“I couldn’t kill him even if I tried. He’s the ultimate soldier. I don’t even know if humans are even capable of something like that. I shot him with a bullet and his skull pushed it right out,” I attempted to explain.
“I heard stories of you and him terrorizing the people you once called yours. You stood by his side as he slaughtered them,” he continued.
“I couldn’t stop it, not when they fired at me first,” I replied.
“Will he come looking for you?” Terrance pressed. I had to resist every instinct to touch my collar at that moment.
“Yes,” I answered, and his gaze grew darker. Terrance moved a bit closer to me and I recoiled when he reached for me again. His fingers hurt when he grasped my chin, but that all paled to the backhand that followed.
I gasped in shock, lifting my hand to soothe my left cheek. My face burned with heat from the harsh slap, but the humiliation that followed scalded me from within.
“I wonder if it will anger him to see this pretty face bruised,” Terrance murmured. “I think you’re lying. Maybe you offered yourself up to him in exchange for whatever is hidden underneath his belt. Maybe you begged him to take you to the fancy alien city because you wanted a taste of the good life.”
“I didn’t,” I exclaimed.
“You are pretty, you know. We don’t often get fresh meat like you down in the underground,” he growled, and I grimaced at the insinuation. I crawled backwards, but he followed, and I reached out, finding the plastic bag underneath my hand. I crunched it in my fingers, panicking for a second until I found the opening. Quickly, I glanced down and made a grab for the pen just as Terrance leaned over me. He pushed down at my shoulder and slipped his other hand in the gap of my shirt at my waist. His fingers slipped over the flesh of my belly and his unwanted touch made me want to throw up.
“Take your hands off of me,” I warned him. My fingers closed around the pen, gripping it with intention, but still I held off.
“I want to see what he sees,” he growled, and I felt the hardness of his cock against my hip. The man grasped my shirt and pushed it up. My breasts were covered by a thick bra, but it soon became apparent that it wasn’t going to dissuade him.
“Don’t do this. He’ll kill you,” I tried again.
I had never had to defend myself from a human before. I didn’t want to kill him.
“No. Not if he wants his precious human alive,” Terrance murmured, and I knew that he was going to take what he wanted no matter what I said. The nauseous feeling in the pit of my belly strengthened until it overwhelmed me.
I couldn’t let him take me like this. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to someone else.
I wasn’t a killer, but right now, I needed to protect myself. This man wasn’t a good man simply because he was human.
He didn’t deserve me, and I wasn’t going to give myself to him. I would defend myself no matter what.
His fingers slipped beneath the bottom hem of my bra, just touching the curve of my breast.
I knew the time for action had come. With regret, I gripped the pen tighter and swung my un-cuffed hand toward his throat. I used so much force that the thing sank deep into his neck and the visceral spray of blood was quick to follow. I’d probably hit a crucial vein, but I didn’t know enough about human anatomy to be sure. He cried out, but I slammed my other hand into his throat hard enough to cut off the sound.
He reached down to his waist and tried to pull out a knife, but he was losing too much blood far too quickly to really hold onto his strength. With vicious speed, I tugged the pen out and slammed it into his neck a second time.
The warmth of his blood was thick, and I gagged as the thick metallic scent assaulted me. His movements turned sluggish and stopped soon after that.
With a hum of nausea, I slipped my hands down his waist. There was a knife there and I took it out. I held it to his throat as I used every bit of my strength to push him off me and roll him aside.
When I was finally free, I pulled in a full terrified breath. He wasn’t going to take what wasn’t his to take anymore. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I didn’t waste any more time before I started searching him. There was a small key in his pocket, and I cried out with joy once it slid into the metal cuff that held me prisoner. I twisted it and it clicked open.
I was free. I kept the knife in my hand as I stood up. There wasn’t much I could do about the sheer amount of blood that covered me right now. The only upside to it was that it could potentially keep me hidden in the shadows a bit better now.
I didn’t look down at Terrance anymore. I didn’t want to see the look in his eyes that remained after his last breath.
I left the bread behind too. I didn’t think I could stomach it even if I tried.
I took off down the tunnel, pausing as I rounded the bend where the flickering light had been. I peeked around the corner, but I didn’t see anyone. I listened for a while, making sure no one was there before I continued. From what I could see down the long passageway, there were a series of weak lights that only illuminated it enough to see the way forward. There were plenty of shadows to hide in along the way.
They’d imprisoned me in what seemed like a dead end, and as I crept along, I began to hear voices ahead of me. They were all men, and they were talking about me.
“How did Terrance get such a lucky hand? I wanted to be the first to test the traitor goods.”
“I bet she’s nice and tight. I wonder what hole he’s going to choose. Think he’s a mouth, pussy, or asshole kind of guy?”
