Page 46 of Homebound
“Get off me, you pig!” she screamed, working to free her right arm to reach for her stun stick.
But his hold imprisoned both of her arms, and no matter how much she squirmed, the Obu’s muscles never relaxed. He started undulating, rubbing his erection against her butt, his intent painfully clear.
“Arlo!” Gemma screamed.
Acting on instinct now, she kicked her feet wildly backward aiming for the Obu’s sheens. Something connected and he jerked loosening his hold on her. Gemma dove for the open door of his cell but he lunged after her and caught her mid-flight.
She crashed on the corridor floor she’d just scraped. The Obu came down on top of her, hard, knocking all the breath out of Gemma’s chest. Struggling for her lungs to expand, she writhed under the furry, smelly mountain of a male who was grunting mindlessly, blind with unchecked sexual arousal.
The cells were now alive with the aliens lined up next to their barred doors hopping, whistling, banging on the bars and yelling. Gemma’s numb brain picked up a stray thought that they were about to catch an explicit reality show featuring her in the main role. The maiden and a monster. Lucky for those who were into this particular fetish, which seemed to include the entire population of the third floor.
Out of the corner of her eye, Gemma saw Arlo scramble toward the door that led to the staircase. He fumbled with the alarm button on the wall and immediately lights started flashing and sirens pierced the air.
Undeterred, the Obu shook her, and miraculously she could breathe again. As oxygen flowed into her body, she renewed her struggles, trying to get him off.
Throughout her fight, an image of Simon standing to his full height, hands wrapped around metal bars to hold himself up, imprinted itself into her brain. Like the others, he was watching her being mauled by the Obu out of his cold, distant eyes that shone with a black sheen. The natural color of his enormous eyes was black, sparkling, deep, and beautiful. And very, very cold.
Her hand closed around the end of her taser. She shoved it up without taking it out of its strap, sticking it into the Obu’s side, and pressed the trigger. The alien stiffened and gave out a brief grunt of pain. At the same time, the door from the stairs burst open and guards came running, loading his bulk with more taser zaps and hauling him off her.
She sagged against the cold hard floor breathing raggedly and feeling her limbs tremble.
“Hey, girl, what a fright.” Arlo crouched next to her, and, for once, he looked genuinely concerned. “Are you okay?”
Gemma heaved herself into a sitting position and tested her arms and legs for motion. Her right ankle responded with a painful twitch but no worse than the usual.
“I’m fine. Thank you for calling for help.”
“Sure. I about shit my pants when I saw the bigfoot jump you. The beast is huge. Did you see his cock? Like a baseball bat.”
Gemma could've gone without his waxing poetic about her attacker’s equipment. “I didn’t see it, but I felt it. I get the idea.”
“Yeah, well, I’m glad you escaped.”
She nodded. She was glad, too.
A guard came over and helped Gemma to her feet. The Obu was now locked up in his cell, slumped in the center of it. Making sure that he was contained and that Gemma was okay, the guards let her be and departed.
Case closed.
The only concession she received was to go home early. Remembering that she would have to take Uncle Drexel to his doctor’s appointment, Gemma gratefully accepted.
Besides, going back to cell 35 and looking into Simon’s aloof eyes was more than she could handle right now.
She might cry, after all.
Chapter 14
The McKinley’s fortunes had taken a huge hit when Aunt Herise paid for Uncle Drexel’s doctor visit, and hiring even the cheapest transportation to deliver him to the appointment was out of the question.
The situation was growing desperate.
Drexel wouldn’t make it to the hospital on foot. Waiting for him to regain strength was counterintuitive as his mangled arm continued to fester. And, most importantly, no one dared to postpone his visit with Dr. Delano out of fear of not being able to book another one.
Their next-door neighbor, feeling sympathetic toward the McKinleys’ misfortune, offered Gemma a buggy he used in warmer months to haul dirt and manure for the garden.
Seeing no alternatives, Drexel sourly agreed to ride in it.
With the help from Ravi and Desh, Gemma lined the cart with an old rug for warmth, bundled Drexel up in several blankets to protect him from subfreezing temperatures, and set out on a four-mile trek to the hospital pushing the contraption in front of her like an oversized baby stroller. She tried to walk fast but the cart’s small wheels were getting caught in the endless ruts and lumps of ice covering the uneven pavement. Large portions of the road were shrouded in complete darkness forcing Gemma to slow down to a crawl, probing her way carefully to avoid falling into some invisible ditch.
