Now all I have to do is wait until my new owner decides to come play with his toy.
I think I probably fell asleep. Or I was knocked out by the collar. I have no way of knowing. What I do know is, as I raise my hand to wipe the drool from my mouth, I’m being stared at by the purple one.
And, as I expected, he has the controller for the collar in his hand, waving it around like he owns the universe.
And, as I expected, the forcefield has been removed.
“I want to see you change into your Sarkarnii form,” he says to me, a goblet of alcohol in one of his tentacles, another buried deep within it as he takes up the liquid by osmosis.
Ntahal absorb much through their skin. It makes them quite angry.
I look around the cargo bay.
“Not big enough,” I rasp.
“Big creatures like you are always going on about size.” Purple huffs. “I don’t believe you. Become your Sarkarnii.”
The tentacle holding the controller is being waved around rapidly.
“You will need to permit it,” I rumble. “Or this thing will blow my head off.”
Purple peers at the controller. “It will?”
“Just give it to me. I will do it,” I suggest, more in jest than any hope.
The Ntahal hands me the controller. For a nova-second, I can’t quite believe what happened. Then I press the symbol I need.
The collar clicks and slithers down my chest to the floor.
All three of the Ntahal’s eyes widen to the point I’m sure they are going to drop out of his head. I rub at my neck as I grind the collar into pieces beneath my foot.
“Is your ship fast?” I ask.
The Ntahal blinks discordantly. I grab hold of the tentacle at the front of his body, and he squeals like I’m setting him on fire.
Which I might do, in time.
“I asked if your ship was fast.”
“It is.”
“Where is your compatriot?”
“He is piloting it.”
“Excellent.” I give Purple the benefit of a lot of fangs. “If you would like to keep your cock, I suggest you take me to your bridge and we discuss terms.”
“Terms?” he gibbers.
“Whereby I do not kill you and you give me your ship,” I say with a sharp smile. So sharp, he knows I will cut him on it.
“Take what you like,” he says, tentacles rippling with anxiety.
“I will,” I reply. “I will take it all.”
But first, Vorostor and my mate. I have to be sure she is safe. Only then can I return to deal with the Ulep once and for all.
LYDIA
