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“Fuck, I can’t wait to see her suck you off, man. I love to watch a bitch on her knees,” Mills says, his voice rough with his mounting excitement.
Glancing down at his tented pants, I can tell he’s having no problem rising to attention unlike his friend, who seems to only be getting angrier with each uneventful stroke.
I have only a second to decide what to do because I know that, even if I manage to escape them, I can’t outrun them both. So I do the one thing I know will alert people to my distress.
I scream.
I scream louder and harder than I ever have in my life.
CHAPTER 16
Aurora
“Shut the fuck up!” Collins growls, dropping his dick and grabbing me roughly by the arm. Spinning me around and slamming me against the wall of the shed, my head bounces off the wood making me see spots. He pins me flat with his own sweaty body, pressing himself against me and grabbing ahold of my hair.
“Shut her up, man! Quick, before somebody hears her screams and finds us,” Mills whisper-yells nervously, his eyes darting to the door of the shed we’re hidden in.
I manage to let off one more ear-piercing scream before he yanks my hair, pulling my head to the side. He clamps one moist, meaty palm over my mouth and uses his other hand to smash my face against the wall. I nearly wretch at the smell of him pressed so close to my nose, but I fight the urge in the name of self-preservation. Behind his hand, I continue to yell desperately, trying to kick my feet back at his shins.
“Fucking Christ! Stop it, or I’m going to knock you out!”
That threat kills the fight in me. Despite the short struggle, I’m out of breath and my heart is pounding erratically. My skin is prickling with terror and my nerves are zinging with unspent electricity.
“Do you think anyone heard?” Mills demands, his cock-sure face no longer looking so smug.
We all go silent as we listen. Just as Collins says, “I think we’re good,” the door to the shed bangs open.
The vicious grip on my slackens and I turn my panicked gaze up to see the furious face of Lieutenant Crom. The relief nearly drops me to my knees, and I let out a sob. The man fills the doorway like an avenging angel. The only thing he’s missing is the wings.
“What the fucking hell is going on in here?” Crom yells, his voice so full of rage I barely recognize it.
Collins has the presence of mind to release his brutal hold on me, but it’s too late. The Voltan warrior has already seen it. His expression turns absolutely glacial as he takes in my disheveled and terrified appearance and Collins’ flaccid penis still hanging out of his pants.
He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he charges inside and grabs both men by their collars, dragging them outside the shed into the bright light of day.
Straightening my slip, I take a deep breath and follow the men outside. To my shock, I watch as Crom throws both soldiers onto the ground. Wordlessly, he kicks Collins in the ribs. I hear a sickening crunch before he turns and does the same to Mills.
“You like to hurt innocent women, gentleman?” he bellows between ruthless kicks.
Neither man answers, except with grunts and groans over the pain of their Lieutenant’s steel-toed boot finding the softest places on their bodies. A group of Voltan soldiers notices the flurry of activity and they begin to assemble, laughing at the human soldiers’ pathetic wailing as their buddy works them both over like a heavy bag.
Crom stops and gazes down at the two men. “Get up you cowards. I want to introduce you to a little thing called the brig.”
Hot tears trail down my cheeks when I finally realize I’m safe. Shaking from head to toe, I wrap my arms around my shoulders to quell the trembling but it doesn’t work. Even my teeth are chattering.
The Lieutenant notices my distress then and his jaw hardens. “King, can you see that these twomenget where they need to go?”
King strides over and hunkers down on his haunches. “It’s just a scratch, asshole,” he says to Collins. “Get up and stop making so much noise. You sound like a dying crabnotten.”
I’m not sure what a crabnotten is, but I understand the insult as well as Collins does. Rising unsteadily to his feet, he tosses me a threatening look over his shoulder that warns me to keep my mouth shut if I know what’s good for me.
Crom cuffs the man so hard on the back of the head he stumbles back to his knees. “Eyes forward, you sorry excuse for a soldier. If you so much as look in this woman’s direction ever again, I’ll make sure she’s the last thing you ever see.”
King leads the two human soldiers away, providing them with the proper encouragement every time one falters or doesn’t move fast enough.
When they are out of sight, Crom turns to me and asks, “Are you okay, Aurora? Did they hurt you?” His eyes take in the red marks on my forehead and face and around my mouth.
I briskly shake my head. “I’m okay. I’m okay. Thank God you came when you did!”
