Page 255 of Scorching the Alien Empire
I freeze. That memory was sacred. Private. One of the precious moments between us when we were at our lowest.
And she’s giggling about it? With her?
“Really, Sandra? Really?” I hiss, my voice leaking like a gas line about to ignite. “That wasours. And you’re laughing about it withfucking Bitch Brick?”
“Hey!” Bitch Brick snaps, her scarred face twisting intofauxoutrage. “I don’t know what the hell your problem is, Alexandra, but you need to calm down before you do something stupid.”
She exhales slowly, face smoothing out like she’s the patron saint of smug yoga teachers.
“Listen, why don’t we put all this behind us and move on? We’re human women, remember? Abducted by giant aliens!” She extends a hand, evenchuckles. “We should stick together. I’d love to hear more about Todd.”
First Sandra. Now Todd.Is she going to turn him against me too? A clacking bug hat of betrayal? What’s next—my skincare routine? My soul?
She knows. She made Sandra tell her. The ultimate bitchy gossiper. That memory wasn’t just a cute story. It was a test. A mockery.
They’relaughing at me.At Dracoth. Atus. The vote was never fair. The game was rigged. And now she’s flaunting it. Sandra’s not just gone—she’s her ginger sock puppet.
A wildfire blooms in my chest. Sadness and rage swirl in equal measure. Through the bond, IfeelDracoth’s fury—the heartbreak. The burning shame. It mirrors my own.
His crimson inferno fans the silver storm inside me. Mercury and fire. Rage and ruin. Our bond, a blood-red halo encircling my soul. I reach for it. Let it coil around me—a tender caress. A scorching agony. Let itignite me.My divine match.
If I’m going to burn—then so be it. Let thisbitchburn with me.
She deserves this. I deserve this.
The world sharpens. Every sound muffled beneath the hum of divine energy thrumming through my bones. A stunning clarity, I’d forgotten existed.
I raise my hand—fingers trembling, lips curling into a smirk. The intoxicating power flows through me, spilling from my eyes in righteous plumes of vengeance.
Bitch Brick recoils. But it’s too late. My divine shields crash into existence—solid light forged of spite and righteousness. They slam into her, forming a crushing cage that snaps like divine jaws.
UFF!
She gasps as the walls close in, pinning her in place, flattening her like a spiked pancake drowned in Plain Jane syrup.
“You tookeverythingfrom me,” I snarl, stepping forward, eyes glowing. “EVERYTHING.But you won’t take Todd.”
My fingers clench. The cage tightens. She thrashes like a rat in a trap, clawing at the walls with frantic, scraping fingers.
“You can’t escape. I can crush entire worlds.” I smirk, savoring her rising panic. Loving this power. The Mr. Frowny Face murder bond juice flowing through my veins. The lust and joy for life reigniting like a supernova within me.
Her gaze blazes purple-hazel. Divine mist spills from her eyes like poisonous perfume. “RELEASE ME!” she commands—voice echoing inside my skull, like psychic shrapnel.
Ithurts. Like being dunked in Arctic water and electrocuted at the same time.
But then—Todd’s rune flares. Blinding silver. Atop my head like I’m a walking ambulance with sirens blaring.
Bitch Brick stumbles. The words fizzling from my mind like bad song lyrics.
“Good job, my little Chug Bug,” I coo, petting Todd’s plump belly. His clackers twitch proudly. “You see? I’m his bug-mother. Me. Not you. Youfucking Munchausen wannabe.” My eyes flash crimson-silver. The shields constrict. Bitch Brick lets out a pained, wheezing gasp.
“How does it feel, huh? Being on thereceiving endfor once?” I sneer. “Hurts, doesn’t it? You look surprised.” Ilaugh. High, cracked, and furious, fingers igniting my scorched runes across my chest. “Divine Mother choseme. She called me daughter. Not some loser-turd having a midlife crisis.”
Bitch Brick’s eyes widen. Her voice cracks. “That’s... why I can’t... read your thoughts.” She gurgles the words between agonizing gasps. Each syllable is music. Lexie’s number one smash hit:‘Choke on It, Bitch.’
“Lexie, STOP! You’re going to kill her.” Sandra lunges in panic, grasping onto my arm like an aggressive red squirrel. Being theHeifer, I tower over both of them—goddess-shaped and seething. I try to shake her off, but she clings tighter. The Kool-Aid’s long drunk, leaving only a ghoulish slave. “She’s pregnant, for fuck’s sake!”
I barely hear her. Just more lies. More whispered manipulations funneled from Bitch Brick’s brain stew. Todd’s glowing lighthouse antics prove it.
