Page 11 of Dark Prince's Captive

Fuckers.This isn’t funny in the least.

My vision is still blurry from the blow, but as I dazedly turn my head and my gaze falls on the humans on the boat, I think I see pity on their faces.

Cowards.There’s at least a dozen of them.If they joined in the fight, I bet we could?—

A violent tug on the front of my shirt rips it in half, yanking me out of a bloodthirsty fantasy in which I and my fellow humans drown all these monsters before feeding them to the giant caterpillars.I yelp, struggling with all my might, but the clawed hands holding me are far too strong.Also, my captors are definitely male, or at least the one in front of me is, because the scaly skin covering the bulge at his groin splits, revealing a red, angry-looking organ that resembles a giant, screw-shaped snake tongue, with two pointy heads branching off from the middle of the foot-long trunk.Each head is dripping some kind of greenish-yellow liquid.Lizard pre-cum?

I throw up a little in my mouth at the thought—only to freeze in horror as the snake-tongue monstrosity moves toward me while its owner rips at my shorts.

He can’t possibly mean?—

Oh, fuck, he does mean it.

Disregarding the fact that we’re two completely different species, he’s apparently decided to rape me.

I scream bloody murder and kick backward, bucking in my captors’ grasp as hard as I can.My bare heel makes contact with something hard but slimy, and I nearly throw up again as I realize the lizards holding me have got their own groin snake tongues out.The one I kicked screeches something in a higher-pitched voice, and one of his buddies hits me in the face again.

And again.

And again.

By the time they let go of me, I slump to the ground, barely conscious, gagging on my own blood.I’m so dazed I can’t even put up a fight as rough hands yank off the torn remnants of my clothes, leaving me kneeling buck naked in the sand, surrounded by demonic aliens and their nightmarish cocks.

This is it, I realize dimly.This is how I die—not in a comfy hospice with my parents grieving in the corner.Not even in the operating room during some experimental procedure.Oh, no, fate would never be that kind to me.

My death will come at the clawed hands and snake-tongue dicks of inhuman rapists on a distant planet.

Shark mouths parted, they reach for me—and I let out one last, hopeless scream.

And then…theybegin to scream.

They scream like they’re being torn apart.

No, not torn apart.

Dissolved.

Stunned, I watch as my lizard captors literally melt down, turning into goo starting from their scaly feet on up until only their terrified faces are left—and then those dissolve as well.

A second later, the goo absorbs into the sand, and it’s like they never existed.

Horrified, I look up, squinting against the bright sunlight and the gritty wind, and in the air, right by the water’s edge, I see a circle of purple lights.

Silhouetted against it is a man.

A human man.

Or… maybe more than human.

The fine hairs on my arms stand on end.

Even from a distance, I feel his power.

It’s a dark hum in the air, a visceral vibration that warns of danger.

It’s like standing next to a high-voltage wire, only with nothing to shield you from the lethal current inside.

He moves, coming toward me, and my breath stills in my lungs as I make out more details about him.

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