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I try to swallow, but my mouth is so dry that my uvula sticks to my tongue.
“To rut,” he says. “To impale you with my cock.”
With extra caution, I turn the door handle, slow as a snail.
“That won’t do you any good,” I say.
Sweat falls from my brow, momentarily blinding one eye. Zakar uses the moment to move closer to me.
He sniffs the air before my face, dropping his nose toward my chest. “And why not?”
I turn the handle and stumble onto my butt, landing into the server room.
He leans over me, fingers stretching.
I kick his hands away. “I’m pregnant,” I bellow.
I nudge against the corner of the giant black box that houses the servers. There are cables everywhere, ripped out from the backside. I try to smooth out the frayed edges.
Zakar edges his chin forward and makes a gagging noise. His entire jaw unhinges. His teeth extend outward, near my lips. “I need you,” he hisses.
I brace and reach into my pocket, grabbing some spare electrical tape. While biting my tongue with horror, I attempt to patch the thick bunch of cables.
“Need you so fucking bad,” he says.
I plug the cables back into the server.
But nothing happens. The servers don’t turn on. I don’t know why I thought they would. The lights didn’t work in the hallway. There’s no power here.
I gasp, tears and saliva flying across his face. All out of options, I convulse with fear.
My heart has broken into million pieces.
It feels like life, or God, or whatever force exists above, never wanted me to find happiness. My end, believe it or not, comes with the price of death.
And the worst part about it isn’t that I’m going to die by the hands of a ravenous alien. No, it’s what comes right before that is the hardest. It’s facing the pain and truth, knowing that the loneliness I’ve always felt in my heart will never disappear.
It will follow me until he digs his cock into my pussy, teeth latching into my neck.
“I’m going to take you and that baby of yours,” he whispers.
I close my eyes and turn my head away from him. His hot breath lingers as his hands form around my neck.
I swallow, and he grips even harder.
My throat is caught. I can’t breathe. Bucking forward, I grab his wrists and try to pry him off me, but his arms feel like concrete.
The light fades from my eyes. I twist my head, able to keep awake for a moment until dots fill my vision.
I see Turin standing in the doorway, covered in blood. He’s injured, but he looks like a warrior.
Am I dreaming? Did I already die?
“Zakar,” he says.
/> Zakar lets go of my throat and spins, hissing. He lowers his head and drives against Turin’s body. His back caves in the wall.
Turin spins away, swiping at Zakar’s ankles. He tackles him into the cement base. The facility sways from the blow, and half of the roof crumbles.
