Page 4 of My Wild Pet

The words send a chill down my spine.No,I think.I’m not anyone’s.

I try to keep my voice composed to find some common ground, “None of us belong here.”

For a moment, there’s silence. Then the big man grins again, his eyes narrowing trying to decide what his next move is.

The small man tries to touch my breast and I push him off. “Well then, if none of us belong here, no one will mind if this puppy wets himself in that pussy. Come here, kitty.”

The big man grabs the small man viciously by his neck. “Me first. Then if you’re lucky, I’ll allow you to dip your wick.”

“No one is dipping anything in me.” I say, trying to give myself courage. “Just because we’re in a cage doesn’t mean we have to act like animals. Did it ever occur to you that maybe our captors are testing us?”

The men all laugh at the same time.

The big man replies, “You can pretend you’ve consented, honey. I don’t care whether my women are willing, fighting, or unconscious. And,” he says pointing to the ceiling, “Thosealiensdon’t care either. We’ve already killed a few men before you who didn’t cooperate by my rules. Now are you going to pretend you’re willing like the whore you clearly are or do we need to force you? The choice of role-fore-play is entirely up to you.”

Think.What can I say to stop this? “I have an STD. I have syphilis!”

“And I have herpes. Come here, I’m going to give it to you.”

I address the man in the corner watching all of this, “Hey, are you going to stand by and let him do this to me? Where’s your humanity?”

“On Earth,” he replies flatly.

“Unbelievable,” I mutter. “At least these men are prepared to fight forsomething. Although, I must point out, it’s not a fair fight,” I say turning my attention back to my would-be attackers.

“Life isn’t fair,” the big man says as he moves closer to me.

I kick him as hard as I can in the groin.

He doubles over with pain, “You fucking bitch. I’ll make you pay for that.”

He grabs my ankle and knocks me off my feet. I fall hard on the metal floor. Something catches my eye in the confusion and I look over to see all the women in the cage across from us. It looks like they are screaming, but I can’t hear their voices, just see their movements, their hands waving in what looks like, ‘No!’

I’m glad I have cheerleaders.

The big man hovers over me. He knocks my head against the metal floor enough times that the room begins to turn, faster and faster. Then he holds my neck with one hand and my hips down with another. I summon the strength to fight back as I feel my breath being cut off and I feel the head of his erect cock at my dry entrance.

“You’re going to have to rip me apart,” I manage to say while spitting up some coppery blood.

“Open for me, whore,” he says through gritted teeth.

I hate this man.I kick at him as violently as I can, thrashing so hard I think I might have sprained one of my ankles. I manage to get a few good kicks in and thanks to the oil the aliens covered me in, I wiggle free, but not before I knee him so hard in the groin he shrieks and moves off of me like I electrocuted him.

My chest tightens painfully as I try to draw breath. Every cough feels like sandpaper tearing through my throat. Bent over, gasping for air, I glance at the other women. They’re still waving frantically, yelling something I can’t make out.

The sound of footsteps rips my focus away. I turn and see the big man barreling toward me.

I don’t have time to think. My body reacts on instinct, adrenaline overriding the pain. I get to my feet and charge at him like I’m Xena Warrior Princess.

I leap onto his back, clinging like a wild animal, and sink my teeth into his shoulder with everything I’ve got. The taste of sweat and salt floods my mouth, but I don’t let go.

His cry of surprise echoes off the cage walls. It spurs me on, and I bite harder and begin to taste copper. He thrashes, grabbing at me with his massive hands, and finally throws me off like I weigh nothing.

I hit the metal floor hard, the impact rattling my bones. Pain explodes through my skull, and the world goes sideways. My vision blurs, the lights above spinning like a merry-go-round.

Through the pain, I watch him. He’s stumbling, clutching at his shoulder, trying to reach the spot where my teeth left a deep imprint of my jaw.

“I hope it scars,” I manage to rasp.

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