Page 101 of Sold to the Alien Smugglers

Instead of panic, now all I feel is cold determination.

Iamgoing to kill him. I know it as certainly as I’ve ever known anything. I won’t leave this Toad mothership while Gab’nah breathes.

As if sensing my determination, Gab’nah inflates his chest, opening his mouth to show rows and rows of dagger-sharp teeth. Trying to intimidate me, he grabs his cock from beneath his loincloth. His disgusting member extends outward – green, and gnarled, and wart-covered. It tents up his thin loincloth – and for a moment, I even wish I didn’t have this Bond-enhanced sight that lets me make out the details of his fetid shaft so clearly.

Mistaking my silence for fear, the Bullfrog croaks out a battle cry - making lewd gestures that suggest what he intends to do to me later.

Lord Oblog watches, and then snorts bitterly.

“Go back to your aquarium Gab’nah. I trust we won’t need your services – for now.”

The Bullfrog lets out the last of his breath in a croaking warble, then clamps his bulbous lips into a thin line. His disgusting cock retracts into his body. I watch with the same murderous focus that Ling taught me. That cock of his is his biggest weakness - literally. Gab’nah thinks he’s going to penetrate me with it.

I know better.

The only one doing any penetration tonight will be me – because a Bullfrog’s cock is the quickest, most vulnerable route to his soft, life-sustaining organs and swollen guts. I just need a weapon and an opportunity, and I’ll make Ling proud – or, at least, the memory of her.

Gab’nah turns, hopping through the opening doors with a disappointed gurgle. When they finally close again, a pall of darkness lifts from my soul.

I might be trapped here with the Toad Lord – but being near that Bullfrog made my skin crawl.

Lord Oblog looks down at me. He’s waiting for me to respond. I meet his eyes, but I don’t give him that satisfaction. I know he thinks of me as a child – helpless and cowed.

I stare him down – planning to teach him otherwise.

He sighs, as if weary of my defiance.

“Shock.”

One word.

With that one word, the nearest Sentinel grabs me. Huge, metal fingers wrap around my wrist – and before I can react, a surge of electricity flows through my body like lightning.

Pain.

Sharp,sharppain knifes through my body – like a thousand tiny daggers sinking into my flesh.

The Aurelians sense my agony, and their auras harden into hatred and fear. They push themselves into my mind, trying to make themselves bigger than the pain that floods every cell of my writhing, agony-filled body. Their strength and force of will serves as a desperate dam against which the wall of agony crashes asunder.

But they can’t help me. Thoughts don’t cancel out pain.

I drop to my knees, screaming in pain.

Jamie! Jamie!My triad calls to me in my mind, and only then do I remember who I am – just barely.

“A-ah!”

I can’t stop the whimper from my mouth. My legs give out beneath me, and I collapse to the floor, convulsing. The grip of the Sentinel drags me back to my feet, and I hang there as I twist and shudder. The robot’s dead, red eyes stare at me without thought or mercy.

Fire flows through my veins.

“Enough!”

It ends.

Oh, Gods! It ends.

I become myself again. In torture you lose everything that makes you who you are – you lose your very identity. If that agony had gone on for much longer, I might never have found it again.

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