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The other mindflares, taken by surprise, react instantly, their survival instincts kicking in. They scatter, retreating to safety, their confidence shattered by my unexpected resistance. They understand now that their prey is not as helpless as they had assumed.
The captured mindflare writhes in my grip, its tentacles flailing in a futile attempt to break free. But its efforts are in vain. I have it firmly in my grasp, and I’m not about to let it go.
With the creature held aloft, I issue my ultimatum, my voice cold and unyielding. “Tell me where the gemstone is,” I demand, “oryouwill be the one on the menu.”
The threat is clear, and the mindflare knows it.It’s a creature of cunning and deceit, but now it finds itself in a position it never anticipated — at the mercy of its intended victim.
I can see the fear in its eyes, the realization that its usual tricks and manipulations won’t work this time. I’m determined to get the information I need, to find the gemstone and save Zoey.
And if that means turning the tables on this mindflare, then so be it.
I tighten my grip, reinforcing my resolve. This mindflare, this creature that has tormented me with illusions and false realities, is now my key to victory.
And I will do whatever it takes to extract the information I need from it. The gemstone is out there, somewhere, and this creature is going to lead me to it.
Zoey
Tears stream down my face, a torrent of despair and helplessness. I’m desperate to escape, to break free from this alien nightmare.
My voice is hoarse from screaming, a primal outcry that eventually fades into a strained silence. The only hope I cling to is M’ijel — he’s the only one who can save me now.
When we finally return to the edge of the platform, the place where this torment had intensified, the male roughly dumps me on the ground.
He looks down at me, his face twisted into a triumphant smile. It’s not the expression I had braced myself for — not one of rage, disgust, or even the worst I could imagine on such a creature — lust.
It was only then that it occurred to me: Wasn’t that the ultimate goal forallof the males in this twisted game? To mate with the human captive?
But instead of acting on these base instincts, the alien simply places his hand over my mouth, silencing my sobs and screams. With his other hand, he raises the sword, pointing it towards the maze we just emerged from.
His eyes gleam with a cold, calculating intelligence. He leans closer, his voice a sinister whisper. “Thank you for calling him to us. I was waiting to see how long it would take you to finally break down and succumb to your fears. You humans, you are tougher than you appear.”
A chilling realization dawns on me — my screams, my desperation, had been part of his plan all along. He had set a trap, and I had unwittingly lured M’ijel straight into it.
Hewantedme to scream. No doubt he had no intention of losing track of me, for me to go running off into the maze. But what did it matter now? He had me and I had made such a racket that the whole maze now knew where I was.
The knowledge sends fresh tears streaming down my face, each one a symbol of my guilt and despair. The male’s words are a poison in my ear, his plans for me a nightmare come to life.
He chuckles. “I won’t mate with you here, little one. Not when so doing would take you from me. Even if I fucked you bloody, we would only reset again in our glass pods. Then you and your little mate will respawn at whatever Save Point you found.”
I can’t help but whimper. He knows about the Save Point too!
“After we reset last time, I began in a part of the maze I had already passed through. I knew immediately that something had changed. And if I was to have any hope at Claiming you, I would need a far greater advantage than any Save Point could offer.”
His eyes shift to the begemmed sword clutched tight in his tentacle.
“And now here we are. I will end this mate of yours — for good this time and Claim you for myself over his cold, dead corpse. Then, once I am crowned Champion, I shall take youto my home and fuck you raw until you bear me sons to work my farm.”
He leans in close and a thick slimy tongue protrudes from his mouth and slides like sandpaper up my cheek, slathering it with disgusting green goo. “Just wait a little longer, my pet.”
I cry out, attempting to free myself but his grip is too strong.
The leaves rustle at the clearing’s edge and the male hisses in my ear for silence.
Slowly, M’ijel appears. My heart lurches with a mixture of relief and terror.
“M’ijel!” I cry but a tentacle wraps over my mouth before I can get another word out.
M’ijel looks between the two of us, eyes dead and focused. He steps forward, unaware this is a trap set for him, unaware of the fate that awaits us both.
