Page 94 of The Mating Games


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The way her eyes would light up when she saw me, the sound of her laughter, the warmth of her embrace — they were my anchor, my motivation.

Suddenly, as I swung the cannon for what felt like the thousandth time, there was a different sound, something other than the dull thud of metal on metal.

It was the telltale crackle of malfunctioning machinery.

Hope coursed through me.

I inspected the ceiling closely, searching for any signs of damage.

And there it was, a small fissure, barely noticeable but unmistakably present.

The machinery, designed to be impervious to external attacks, seemed to have a vulnerability from within.

Perhaps it was an oversight, or maybe it was a deliberate design flaw, a last-resort escape route for those who proved resourceful enough to find it.

Gritting my teeth, I redoubled my efforts, using the fissure as my target.

With each successive blow, the crack widened, spider-webbing across the ceiling.

My exhaustion was forgotten as adrenaline surged through me.

I’m close, so tantalizingly close.

The pod’s internal alarms started to blare, their shrill warning echoing painfully in my ears.

But I hardly noticed.

My focus was singular: break free and find Aurora.

“Hold on, Aurora,” I whispered, “I’m coming.”

Aurora

The terrain shifted under my feet as I sprinted, each breath coming out in ragged gasps.

The lush alien vegetation around me seemed to blur into a green smudge as I focused solely on putting as much distance as possible between me and the pursuing alien male.

My heart raced, a frantic drumbeat that mirrored the urgency of my steps.

I stole a glance over my shoulder, half-expecting to see the alien right behind me, but was relieved to find I’d managed to put some distance between us.

It wasn’t much, but it gave me a sliver of hope.

Navigating the arena was proving to be a challenge.

It was as if the Malquarans had specifically designed the landscape to be disorienting.

Every corner seemed identical, every tree felt familiar.

It was like running through a maze with no exit in sight.

I decided to keep the arena’s edge within sight in case I needed a last-ditch effort to reset this whole damn round.

The sense of time felt distorted.

It felt as if hours had passed, but deep down, I knew it couldn’t be more than a couple of minutes.

I reached a clearing with a still pond in the middle.

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