Page 59 of Alien Dragon's Bride

Chapter 31

Megan

Her entire body felt as if it was on fire from the inside and slowly cooking her alive. The operating table beneath her was slick with her sweat as she writhed about.

Whatever the demon had poured down her throat was turning her inside out. Was it the Tryns’ eggs? She turned to the side and vomited again. Didn’t matter how much she did that, her stomach made more yet never seemed to get the poison out. No, the foul concoction the demon forced in her burrowed into every muscle, bone, and organ she had.

She’d thought she could save Levx and his people but she couldn’t even help herself. And now thanks to her, even if he were alive, the Tryns were going to use her body to make some kind of super-species demon. Levx and his people wouldn’t have a chance. Then the devils would turn on humans and wipe out Earth as well.

What if all of this was for nothing? What if Levx and the others were already dead? Her chest hurt thinking of that scenario. Yet, even if she had stayed away it would be only a matter of time before these demons found someone else to use to destroy everyone.

The least Megan could do was try to get out of here. Leap into outer space and slow the process of them harvesting their creation.

She tugged on the leather restraints holding her wrists. With her body covered in sweat, one of the locks stretched slightly. Again and again, she jerked and twisted her hand. The bone in her thumb snapped out of socket.

Her gasp of pain echoed in the empty chamber. Quickly, she fumbled for the other lock, but with her thumb dislocated, she couldn’t unhook the other restraint. She bent over as far as she could, using her teeth to unfasten the strap.

Both hands were free now. She quickly undid the binds on her ankles. Her body trembling as she leaped off the table and dashed toward the medicine cabinet. It wouldn’t open. She banged her good hand against it. “Fucking shit!”

There had to be something here she could use. Her legs tried to give way and she held onto a passing operation table with yellowish goo on it. The tray she’d knocked over earlier. Maybe there was something the demon hadn’t picked up.

Crawling on her hands and knees while her stomach twisted in pain, she scoured the floor for any sign of a weapon or metal. A glint of silver had her breath hitching.

But when she got closer to it, the metal wasn’t even sharp. It was some weirdly-shaped small mirror. Better than nothing, and she could stab it into a demon’s eye. She gripped the instrument tight in her good hand.

Her legs shook as she crept to the door. She felt along the smooth, black panels for some way to open it. Nothing. There had to be something. She banged her hand against the glass-like surface. A throbbing pain hit her stomach. She doubled over, agony stealing her breath.

Slowly the pain subsided to a dull ache. She stood, drenched and shaking all over. God, what the fuck was that? She pushed aside thoughts of horror movies she’d watched when her reflection in the shiny panels caught her attention. Her eyes were sunken, her skin ashen. But the biggest change was her stomach. It looked like she was five months pregnant.

She stifled a cry. Raising a shaky hand, she touched her abdomen. It was hot and tight. Oh shit, I have to get out of here and get help.

Using her only weapon, she forced the edge of the mirror along a crack between the door and other panels. The metal caught and she choked on a half-laugh, half-sob.

“Open you son of—” the handle snapped off in her hand. Her palm bleeding as she pressed it to the door, smacking it. What was she going to do now? All the stories she’d read as a child had the prince in shining armor come to rescue the damsel in distress. She couldn’t even save herself and she thought she could release everyone from demons. Would anything work against them? Holy water or was that just a myth? But she had no water, no priest, no way to bless anything to try. All she had was an expanding stomach and a broken metal…she glanced down at the piece.

The broken end was sharp and thin. Could it fit through the crack and pry open the panel? Worth a try at least.

She picked it up, the metal cool in her hand and she squeezed it. “Work, please.” Carefully, she found the edge of the access panel to the door and inserted the broken piece inside. She wiggled the handle back and forth, up and down until after what felt like forever, the access popped open.

Yes! She rose up on her knees to peer inside when another wave of searing pain tore through her middle. Panting, she waited for the torture to pass. What was happening? Was she having a miscarriage? Her heart shattered at the thought and she blinked back tears. Trembling so badly she could barely stay upright, she glanced into the open access panel. Wires of multiple colors entwined inside. Which one was the right one? Or would one or more electrocute her if she cut it?

Well, the alternative was staying in here until the demons came back and used her body as a breeding host for more of them and killed her and her three daughters inside her.

She traced three wires that connected from the door and toward the many colored wires to narrow down her chances. Still, the odds were two to one that she’d pick the wrong one. Huffing out a breath, she chose the blue wire. She squeezed her eyes shut as she held it between her fingers, then yanked as hard as she could.

Overhead an alarm sounded. Shit! Fucking wonderful.

“Okay, maybe the orange wire then.” She grabbed onto it, whispering a quick prayer, then jerked hard.

The wiring sputtered and sparked. She yelped, leaping back out of the way. But the door opened a fraction. Yes!

Keeping her broken metal piece with her, she moved to the cracked door and peered out. The alarm still barred but she didn’t see anyone coming down the hall. She pushed, trying to get through the opening, but her belly was too big. There wasn’t enough room.

She squeezed harder, sucking in her breath, only the door didn’t budge.

Then an undulating movement down the hallway caught her attention and she froze. A dark shape twisted toward her…three lizard-like heads and one body slithered closer. She froze, a scream on her throat.

Get back inside, get back inside. Her mind screamed as she shimmied to get free but her body was wedged half in and half out of the operating room. She couldn’t get free.

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