My vision darkened; the lack of air was getting to me.
I reached further.
I squealed, my body pounding with pain. He was touching me now, between my legs, pinching and probing. It hurt. I felt violated. I choked back a sob.
My fingers closed around the knife’s handle. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt that little button. I looked back at Strohass; he was distracted, wasn’t paying attention to my hands, too focused on putting his fingers in my cunt.
I whimpered as he touched me, hurt me.
He relaxed his hold on my neck, taking his hand and pushing his dirty fingers against my entrance. His nails scratched me, and I cried out in pain. I lifted my torso off the bed, just a little and stared at his lips, trying to entice him. He bent downward toward me, probably to kiss me as he forced his fingers inside me.
Now.
I pressed the button on the handle, powering on the laser knife and swung my arm around, slicing my blade across his throat in a neat, but incredibly deep line. The laser edge cut through his skin with ease and his eyes bulged at the realization of what I had done.
The blood began to fall, splattering all around me. I’d sliced through one of his main arteries then.
Good.
Die, fucker.
The blood splashed around me, raining down on my naked skin, black against the paleness of my breasts and my belly. His hands raced to his throat, trying to stem the flow of blood, to stop it. But it was too late.
I had the upper hand.
I took the knife and arced it back around, slamming into the right side of his skull. The laser pierced him more easily than a hot knife to butter.
He stared down at me and I smiled with my victory. He realized it then. A human had defeated him, destroyed him at his very own game.
I watched the life flicker out of his eyes and he fell forward. I maneuvered out of his way, sliding out from underneath him before he landed on top of me.
I pushed myself off the bed and onto my feet.
Strohass laid dead in the bed beside me, his blood pooling across the sheets underneath his body. He’d never have the chance to order a search for my family. He’d
never be able to find them.
He’d thought he was going to break me. I’d conquered him instead.
I stared down at myself. I was covered in his blood.
I had to get out of here. If the Vakarrans caught me like this, they’d likely kill me on the spot. I couldn’t leave here looking like this. I looked around and found the restroom. I showered quickly, the water causing the drying blood to flow down my body in black little rivers.
I scrubbed my skin until I was clean, rubbing so hard it turned pink. I scrubbed my hair and my face too. I washed as quickly as I could, knowing time was of the essence. Squeezing the water from my hair, I combed it with my fingers, so that it looked presentable at least.
I grabbed the file that implicated my forest band of humans and hugged it to my chest. Next, I took the knife out of Strohass’ head, unwilling to leave my weapon behind. Looking around, I saw a large vent in the wall. The screws looked loose.
I knelt beside it and quickly unscrewed the four corners. I threw the screws under the bed and gripped the vent and pulled. It came out rather easily and I placed it to the side. I climbed in and turned around. Putting the folder and the knife aside, I reached out and replaced the vent to its rightful position. Using my strength, I ensured that even when I let go, it stayed in place.
With a deep shaky breath, I ventured down the linear tunnel. I crawled for a good five to ten minutes before the tunnel branched off, a massive running fan to the left and a clear way to the right. I followed the clear path. It ended with another grate much like the one in Strohass’ bedroom.
I prayed that the screws were loose here too.
I gripped the steel and pushed hard. The metal groaned, and the grate popped out. I gasped as I fell forward and tried to catch myself. A blur of movement crossed in front of me as a group of Vakarrans appeared out of thin air.
I’d forgotten about their chameleon abilities.
Shit.