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I’m frantically struggling against the iron grip of my captor once again, his other hand is clamped over my mouth, stifling my cries for help. The taste of metal, blood — not mine but M’ijel’s — fills my senses, a bitter reminder of the violence that has torn us apart.
My heart races, panic and desperation mingling in a turbulent storm within me.
As he carries me relentlessly through the dense jungle maze, I can feel the raw power in his arms, the unnatural strength he’s stolen from M’ijel. His muscles, artificially enlarged and pulsing with stolen vitality, are a monument to the horrifying ability he possesses. It’s an ability that’s robbed me of the one person who has become my world in this chaotic maze.
My thoughts turn to M’ijel, to the bond we’ve formed in the midst of this nightmare. I think of his deep, stoic gaze that seemed to pierce through the chaos, his strong hands that have held me with such care.
I remember the way his smile, rare as it was, could light upthe darkest moments, how his presence alone made me feel safe, even in the heart of danger.
I recall the dreams I’d started to weave around us, the future I had begun to envision. A future where we were no longer pawns in a cruel game, where the warmth of his embrace wasn’t a fleeting comfort in a perilous world, but a constant in a life of peace and love.
I’d dared to imagine a life with him, a life I’d always longed for — filled with love, laughter, and the promise of togetherness.
But now, as I’m being carried away, those dreams seem to crumble like ash in the wind. The prospect of what lies ahead, what this alien male might do, sends a shiver down my spine.
Yet, amidst this whirlwind of fear and despair, a flicker of determination ignites within me. I can’t let my dreams die, not without a fight.
I blink back the tears that threaten to spill, refusing to let them fall. I need to be strong, not just for myself, but for M’ijel.
He’s out there, somewhere, fighting his way through this madness to find me. I owe it to him, to the love that has blossomed between us, to hold onto hope, to keep fighting.
As the male’s pace quickens, his grip tightening around me, I take a deep breath, steadying my racing heart.
I focus on the memories of M’ijel, on the strength he’s shown me, the courage he’s inspired in me. I cling to those memories like a lifeline, drawing strength from them.
I have to be ready for whatever comes next. For M’ijel, for the love that refuses to be extinguished by the darkness of this game.
I brace myself, my resolve hardening with every step the alien male takes. I will be strong, for M’ijel, for us, and for the future that I refuse to let slip away.
With every jostle and every stride of my captor, I reaffirm my determination. I’m not just a pawn in this game; I’m a fighter, a survivor.
M’ijel
Icome to a halt in the labyrinthine maze, the oppressive foliage closing in around me. It’s alarmingly easy to lose my way in this place, the paths twisting and turning in a disorienting dance.
But a fragment of recognition flickers in my mind — I’m sure I’ve been here before. The body, the one fallen in combat, should be nearby.
Searching the undergrowth, I look for any sign of the corpse, but it’s nowhere to be found. Even if the body itself is hidden, the golden light it emitted, a glow from the gem embedded within, should be visible.
Yet, there’s nothing but the dense greenery and the oppressive silence of the jungle.
Growing frantic in my search, I comb through the foliage, pushing aside leaves and branches, but to no avail. The body, and more importantly, the gemstone, seem to have vanished.
Just as I’m about to admit defeat, I notice something on my hand — dark green blood, unmistakable and fresh. I must have brushed against the body without realizing it.
With renewed urgency, I retrace my steps, my eyesscanning the ground. And there it is, almost hidden amongst the vegetation — a large pool of green blood, a grim reminder of the violent struggle that took place here.
This is where the first of the alien males had fallen. This is the spot I was looking for.
But where is the body? As I look closer, I notice drag marks in the dirt, a clear sign it has been moved.
As it was taken, something — perhaps part of the fallen male’s uniform — must have snagged on the soil, leaving a distinct line through the dirt.
With a deep breath, I steel myself and follow the trail. The drag marks lead me deeper into the maze, a path marked by violence and desperation.
I’m aware of the danger this pursuit might pose — not from the other alien males as there are no more out here (unless the Malquarans decided to throw some in — something they have been known to do) — but the wildlife. Nothing is to be underestimated.
But the gemstone, and the power it holds, is too important to ignore.
