Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“I was shot by some villagers.”
“Yeah. They don’t like city people. They’re very insular. They kill anybody who gets too close. I heard all about it. You got lucky. More than once, actually.”
“I want out of this bubble or whatever it is. It’s not glass. It’s not going to shatter if I break it, right?”
“Don’t break it. They’ll get angry.”
“Who the fuck are they?”
“The owners.”
She giggles again, like she has a fun secret that she isn’t going to let me in on. This is getting frustrating. I’m starting to feel like she’s fucking with me, and I’m starting to feel like I’m trapped. Neither one of those things pleases me.
“I think they’re coming…” she says, a moment before a very deep, very authoritarian voice that immediately rubs me the wrong way rumbles through the air.
“What are you doing, Jenn?”
“The other human woke up,” she says, answering someone outside. “And she’s kinda mad.”
A big blue alien walks into the room. I instantly know he’s an alien, because no human has ever looked the way this guy looks. Also, I’ve seen one before. In the brief moments before I passed out from blood loss, I saw a creature just like this one, though he was kind of green, and this one is blue, with cascading blue hair.
No sooner has this massive blue dude entered the room than another one follows in his wake. The other one is slightly shorter, and bulkier maybe? His hair is definitely shorter, which is probably one of the only ways to tell them apart. They share what I want to call a familial resemblance, something about the way their eyes, noses and mouths are… basically, you can tell that they must be siblings, or cousins or… what the fuck do I care?
All that really matters is that there’re now two big blue scaled aliens with big tusks and fangs in the room. It’s starting to get crowded out there.
The aliens look at one another and I can just tell by their expressions that they’re talking somehow. Their faces contort with expressions, but no words are coming out of their mouths.
“Do they not speak?” I ask the girl the question. I already know they talk. One of them talked to her not a minute ago.
“They can speak,” Jennifer says. “But they naturally talk in their heads. There’s a lot of this. You should probably get used to it.”
Getting used to aliens is not something I plan to do, but what’s annoying me far more than the aliens in this moment is the fact that I am still imprisoned for reasons I do not understand and wouldn’t tolerate even if I did.
I back up a few steps, as far as I can, and I just fucking run, throwing myself at the place I’m pretty sure the barrier is.
It works.
It works a little too well.
I feel a crack as I hit whatever that clear barrier is made out of, and there’s a brief moment of resistance before I pass through, bits of clear stuff shattering all around me. Funny how when you break things, they get more visible than they were before.
My plan, as far as it can be called a plan, is to run past these weird fucking creatures and get the hell out of here.
The plan fails almost immediately.
I get out, and I’m free and that’s good, but what’s not good is the fact that the blue monster with the shorter hair and the more snarling disposition snatches me up like I weigh nothing at all and throws me over his lap. He sits down in a chair that is made to suit his scale, and he locks me in place over his lap.
I know what’s going to happen. Only one thing ever happens in this position. But I also can’t believe that’s what’s going to happen to me. I used to get my ass spanked all the time, so I’m shocked, but not surprised when I feel a sudden slap across my cheeks, bringing a flash of hot pain zipping through me.
“Fuck!” I curse. It hurts more than I remember, even through the light cloth of the scrubs. It’s been a while since anybody did this to me. When I was a young tearaway, this’d happen all the time. Nurses, governesses, sometimes even my guards, they’d all deal with me when they saw fit.
Never actually worked on me though. Never made me any better behaved. Never stopped me from growing up rebellious and wayward. This alien doesn’t know that though. He probably thinks he’s going to make a difference by smacking my ass.
He keeps spanking me, firm swats that make my ass tingle, sting, and then burn. He doesn’t say a word at first, he just spanks me like it’s his fucking job.
I suppose I should be grateful. These creatures are huge. He’s got to be the size of two men at least, maybe three. I bet he could crush me if he wanted, but somehow he knows how to smack me just hard enough to really fucking hurt, but not do actual damage.