His process. Because whatever he says, goes.I must obey him, give in to every test he gives me.
“I need you to listen to me very carefully. You’re dying, Anna. Every hour that passes, more and more of your genetic code deteriorates. In less than three days, you will lose all bodily functions. Within a week, your mind will have turned to mush. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
I open my eyes and stare longingly into the abyss that penetrates the ground. He keeps me locked inside the empty water reservoir for my own good.
I understand what he’s telling me, but it doesn’t make it any easier to process. Not that long ago, I was with my team, under the protection of Earth Federation. We were patrolling the jungles outside Elysa base, looking for any sign of alien rebellion and slave traders.
We found them.
The chaos unfolded so fast. Now, I’m here, lost in his darkness.
With the strength I have left, I crawl toward the opening and marvel at how infinite the darkness feels. Somewhere in that shadowy hole is where it all first happened. Where my new life first took form.
I was one of Earth Federation’s finest. I was fighting for the good guys. Until he opened my eyes. The girl I used to be is gone.
“You like the darkness now, don’t you?” he asks.
I swallow. Nod my head. I used to hate the dark.
"I’m starting to understand, sir," I say. I like it. This. He has made our bond strong. Molded me to serve his needs. He has given me a purpose I never thought I’d receive.
“I won’t keep you down there much longer. Just a few more days. His voice is a deep growl. Pain seems to run through him, but he is sturdy and confident in his speech.
Makeup runs down my face. The freezing air flows across my naked body. A diamond necklace clings to my neck. Gently, it hangs over the heavy bruises made by his fingers.
This outfit isn't mine. This basement isn't mine. This body isn't mine.
But I own every memory.
He walks forward and slides his hand over my cheek. I swallow and feel the burn of shame resonate up my body. It sits there, waiting to boil over.
"Whatever you want me to do, I will do it," I say. My throat closes as I speak. "I need you, sir."
He moans in approval.
Leaning forward, he switches on a light.
Every inch of him slides into view. His eyes are black. They each have two pupils that shift in and out of focus. His long and agile arms wrap around my body, consuming me. His carved and chiseled abdomen slides against me, and I can feel every slippery scale, so alien and inhuman that it causes me to jerk back.
He kisses my neck, loudly, inhaling my scent before pulling away. Every action is violently seductive. Pleased with my reaction, he lets me go. His naked body stands without a single flaw. Designed by God to be the ultimate killer, his muscles roll and ripple across his enormous frame. There’s no way out of this, and it’s why I must give in.
He is a predator. He will always be a predator. And I am his prey.
It feels good to let go for once. So. Fucking. Good.
His foreskin slides back as his cock tests the cool air. He steps closer and forces the meaty flesh into his closed fist. "You know what I want, Anna," he says. "I want you to please me.”
"Yes, sir," I say.
The sight of his body makes my heart race. His testicles are enormous displays of his masculine power.
I obediently place my hands behind my back as he threads a thick rope around my wrists and steps away.
"Open," he moans.
He eases his cock onto my tongue, forcing the back of my throat wide with a deep thrust. It’s all so effortless for him, but it takes some practice for me to accept it.
He keeps my lips pried with his fingers.