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)
If this is a bit, some way to sweep a human into some kind of alien manipulation, they are good at it. I’d love to believe I know anyone as appealing as this, a powerful alien with two powerful alien bros. I live in a shitty one-room apartment in a shitty building on the outskirts of the orbiting city. There are always men around there, just like there are men here. They look, they leer, they try to touch. The things I’ve had to do to keep them away from me often border on illegal, and sometimes veer aggressively into, well, very illegal things.
That’s the reality of life when you are poor. You either break the law, or you suffer. It’s not uncommon to do both at the same time. That’s why I like being in the club and selling pills. As work goes, it feels almost proper.
I look around again at the three very tall aliens around me. The rest of the crowd still doesn’t seem to notice them. The music seems to be quieter than it was before, as if they reached out and turned it down for our little bubble.
“Stop spoiling her,” the tall alien with sharp, severe features, scales on his face, and short cropped dark hair says. “That’s what got us here in the first place. She knows she’s in trouble. She knows what she’s done.”
“You’d be surprised how little I know,” I say confidently. He doesn’t smile.
He looks down at me with a severe expression that sends a chill right through me all the way to my core—and to the welling heat between my thighs. He’s hot too, in a different way. In a ‘Daddy’s going to fuck me up’ sort of way.
“When I get my hands on you in private, pet, you are going to pay for every single day of the three years you’ve managed to escape us,” he lectures me. “I warned you long ago what I would do, and once we are clear of this fetid human mass, you are…”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I don’t know who or what you are,” I interrupt, annoyed. I don’t like his tone at all. He sounds pissed, and he has no damn reason to be.
The aliens look at one another.
“What if she doesn’t remember us?” the third alien says. He is broad and strong. Built like a bull, or something more mythological. His skin seems to have a reddish hue, but it is hard to tell if that’s accurate under the club lights. Nobody looks like they really do here. We’re all a bit fake. If I am not entirely mistaken, he has tips of horns extending from his thick, wavy dark hair. It’s either the most alien face I’ve ever seen, or it’s an amazing mask. His face looks elongated, the way a bull’s might be. But when he speaks, his mouth emotes sort of like a person’s, but bigger. He has lots of big, flat teeth in his mouth. I stare at him, entirely enthralled by trying to work out what’s going on with him.
“Go easy on her, Sharp,” he says. “She’s only human.”
“She’s pretending,” Sharp hisses back. “This is what she’s like. Breaking the rules, then pretending not to know better. She’s spoiled, just like she’s always been.” His brilliant green eyes flash, vertical pupils expanding when he looks at me, then contracting when he looks at the others and the lights of the club flash at him. He has slick dark hair flowing backwards from his scaled forehead in a widow’s peak. His brows are two vicious slashes angling over his gaze that is fixed on me, and when he speaks, his tongue flickers and I think I see it long and forked. My god. I am terrified and turned on all at once.
“She looks confused to me,” the Minotaur says. That’s what they’re called! Minotaurs. Humans had myths about these things long before they had floating cities, or planes for that matter.
“We’re not here to argue,” the blond says. “We’re here to reclaim our pet.”
I am still looking at the one called Sharp. He is still looking at me.
I don’t like him at all. Or maybe I do. I’m having some kind of visceral reaction to him. His words are rough and his eyes are the kind of piercing that make me feel guilty even though I didn’t do anything wrong. They’re the ones doing something wrong. They shouldn’t be here.
The third alien, the red-skinned, horned one, is not looking at me. He’s scanning the club for danger. I should have been doing that in the first place to avoid this altercation. I’m still not sure what is happening, but I am pretty sure it’s bad news for me. As entranced and interested as I am, I know I need to get away from them.