Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“You’re ours, and maybe you have forgotten. Three years is a long time to be running free. It’s a long time to remember what happens when you disobey your owners. But I think you remember now, don’t you.”
Oh, god, he’s being smug about it. He’s talking to me with this tone like he’s in charge, and I’m some… animal he gets to punish as he wants to.
“Fuck you.” I spit the words. “Fuck you.”
Swearing at him isn’t enough. It doesn’t go anywhere toward making me feel better. So I slap him in the face. There’s a crack as my hand makes contact with his massive alien cheek. It makes absolutely no impression on him, but it makes the flat of my palm sting like hell.
“Easy,” he says, reaching for me. I don’t know what the hell he has in store for me, but I know I don’t want to find out. He’s not going to spank me again. Fuck that. I dart away, hurt, angry, and scared. I feel betrayed, like I trusted him and he did something so mean to me I won’t ever forget it.
“I told you I don’t remember!” I yell. “I don’t know who any of you are!”
I pick up a vase, or something that looks like a vase and I throw it at the barbarian. It misses him by quite a way and smashes on the floor. The sound of something shattering is satisfying, and makes me feel guilty at the same time. Weird feeling.
At that point, Sharp picks me up from behind. He loops his arm around my waist and holds me like a sack of some kind of root vegetable. The grip makes my head droop and my feet hang. It does keep pressure off my sore, naked ass, though.
“Maybe she has forgotten,” he says. “She’s acting out of character. We all know that she knows what a punishment feels like, but the way she just acted, she might as well never have been disciplined, and we know that’s not true.”
We’re next to a wall of decor, so I grab for something else. I don’t even know what it is, but I know it smashes the same way the other thing did. I guess I’m really fucking up their alien interior design today.
“Let me go!” I yell. “Take me back to Earth!”
I grab a third thing. It’s glassy and shiny and oh… it also breaks.
Sharp still has me in his grip, but there’s plenty to hand. He tries to move me away from the breakables, but the fun thing about life is just how many things can be broken if you really fucking try.
“Alright,” Sharp says. “You are coming with me, young lady.”
“Sharp…” the barbarian starts to speak.
“Don’t worry about her, Kronos. I’m not going to hurt her.”
Sharp carries me away still in that same grip. He’s so much bigger, so much taller, and I hate it so much because I know I can’t defend myself against one of them, let alone all of them. I am outnumbered and I am outweighed. I start to sob as I squirm and find it absolutely hopeless. I don’t want this. I want to be back where I feel like I have some sense of control over myself, even if I’m in a fucked-up dystopian world where the air isn’t free.
He takes me into a room with much lower lighting. Here, there’s a sort of orange glow emanating from the lower part of the walls, which are soft and rounded and earth tone. It feels like I’m in a cave. Almost immediately, I feel my heart rate slow and my tension start to flow away.
There’s a bed up against a wall at the narrowest part of the room. It has a lot of blankets piled on it, all soft and orange and yellow and brown in hue. It has sheets that are white and soft, and many pillows, enough to bury into.
Sharp releases me naked into this pile of bedding and lets me burrow into it. I dive in, pulling the blankies around me, crying to myself with a great deal of miserable self-pity.
I do that for what feels like quite a while, before I realize I never heard him leave. I poke my head out of my damp fortress and see that he is still there.
“What the fuck do you want?”
He frowns at me, and I feel my ass pulse with the memory of what it feels like to be spanked. I didn’t like that. I don’t know why the barbarian did that to me. I was being nice to him. I hadn’t done anything wrong. It wasn’t fair…
“Quiet,” Sharp says, running his hand over my hair gently. He has scaled markings on the back of his hands and fingers. He also has them around his hairline. They’re blue and green, slightly iridescent in this low light.