Series: Charmaine Pauls
Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Probably listing my attributes and price.
Gritting my teeth, I look up at the newcomers. I don’t know if gender isn’t a thing among the lizard people or if all the creatures before me are male, but I see more linebacker builds and scale-covered groin bulges. There are at least a dozen new lizard dudes surrounding me now, and two of them start conversing with my captors in their guttural tongue. The way they’re throwing out short sentences back and forth reminds me of haggling at a flea market—which is probably exactly what’s going on.
Well, fuck them. I’m not going to wait here meekly while they haggle over me.
The hand on my shoulder pulls away as my captor gesticulates to make his point, and I spot an opening in the sea of lizard chests—an opening that leads toward the water. This is my chance. I know how to swim, so I drop to all fours and quickly crawl toward the opening, counting on them being too distracted with their conversation to notice my move.
It works—for about a minute. Just as I’m about to dive into the waves, I’m grabbed again, dragged away from the water, and thrown onto my back. The sand softens the worst of the fall, but my breath is still knocked out of me, and by the time I recover it, another kick to the ribs leaves me wheezing. I roll into a fetal position to protect myself, but a rough, scaly hand drags me upright by the back of my shirt.
Still wheezing, I swing at whoever’s got me. He retaliates with a blow to my face that nearly knocks me out. By the time my stunned brain gets back online, three newcomer lizard dudes are holding me in place while the fourth is shouting something at the leader of the group that brought me. He responds with a growled word accompanied by a dismissive wave, which makes all the others laugh uproariously.
Fuckers. This isn’t funny in the least.
My vision is still blurry from the blow, but as I dazedly turn my head and my gaze falls on the humans on the boat, I think I see pity on their faces.
Cowards. There’s at least a dozen of them. If they joined in the fight, I bet we could—
A violent tug on the front of my shirt rips it in half, yanking me out of a bloodthirsty fantasy in which I and my fellow humans drown all these monsters before feeding them to the giant caterpillars. I yelp, struggling with all my might, but the clawed hands holding me are far too strong. Also, my captors are definitely male, or at least the one in front of me is, because the scaly skin covering the bulge at his groin splits, revealing a red, angry-looking organ that resembles a giant, screw-shaped snake tongue, with two pointy heads branching off from the middle of the foot-long trunk. Each head is dripping some kind of greenish-yellow liquid. Lizard pre-cum?
I throw up a little in my mouth at the thought—only to freeze in horror as the snake-tongue monstrosity moves toward me while its owner rips at my shorts.
He can’t possibly mean—
Oh, fuck, he does mean it.
Disregarding the fact that we’re two completely different species, he’s apparently decided to rape me.
I scream bloody murder and kick backward, bucking in my captors’ grasp as hard as I can. My bare heel makes contact with something hard but slimy, and I nearly throw up again as I realize the lizards holding me have got their own groin snake tongues out. The one I kicked screeches something in a higher-pitched voice, and one of his buddies hits me in the face again.
And again.
And again.
By the time they let go of me, I slump to the ground, barely conscious, gagging on my own blood. I’m so dazed I can’t even put up a fight as rough hands yank off the torn remnants of my clothes, leaving me kneeling buck naked in the sand, surrounded by demonic aliens and their nightmarish cocks.
This is it, I realize dimly. This is how I die—not in a comfy hospice with my parents grieving in the corner. Not even in the operating room during some experimental procedure. Oh, no, fate would never be that kind to me.
My death will come at the clawed hands and snake-tongue dicks of inhuman rapists on a distant planet.
Shark mouths parted, they reach for me—and I let out one last, hopeless scream.
And then… they begin to scream.
They scream like they’re being torn apart.
No, not torn apart.
Dissolved.
Stunned, I watch as my lizard captors literally melt down, turning into goo starting from their scaly feet on up until only their terrified faces are left—and then those dissolve as well.
A second later, the goo absorbs into the sand, and it’s like they never existed.