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Sonya had taken a hesitant step forward and then another and another until she was standing there in front of the enormous ogre-looking creature. All three heads were far above her but Sir Grox bent down to stare at her and she was suddenly enveloped in a horrible, moist cloud of hot, fetid breath blowing from all three of the mouths, which were open. Two of the heads were drooling, as though they were staring at something they wanted to eat…to bite and grind and chew…

She tried not to look at the blunt, jagged teeth—half of them stained yellow or black. There were chunks of flesh caught between them and she tried not to speculate what kind of meat the giant had been eating. His breath smelled almost as bad as his body odor—which was truly saying something.

After what felt like forever, the middle head spoke again.

“Spread your legs for Grox,” it ordered. “Show Grox your cunny.”

Feeling like she might throw up, Sonya had parted her thighs.

Oh God, if he touches me…

If Sir Grox touched her, she was certain she really was going to be sick. She would probably puke all over his three massive boulder-like heads. And she was certain that wouldn’t make Master Oozle happy at all. Grimly, she held on to her gorge.

To her surprise, though, Sir Grox had simply sat there and looked at her, examining her bare pussy with his greedy little eyes.

But it was the way he looked at her—it was the way he was looking now, Sonya thought, trying to keep her voice from wavering as she sang her set in the Flower Lounge. There was something so sinister in those slitted yellow eyes—it made her sick with fear and loathing and brought back all the old night terrors.

It was like he was trying to decide if he wanted to eat her or fuck her…or both.

Sonya had been vastly relieved when their solar hour was up and he had done neither. He had made her spread his legs for him and lift her breasts close to his faces so that the hot, fetid breath of all three of his mouths blew on her at once, making Sonya feel like she was standing in a humid, poison fog. But he hadn’t touched her, thank God! She felt like a part of her might die inside if he did—if she had to feel those dirty fingers on her skin. Just the thought almost made her gag.

It felt like a narrow escape and she’d taken a long, long shower and scrubbed every bit of her body afterwards. Then she’d sprayed the whole room with air freshener to get rid of his horrible stench.

“It’s over,” she’d told herself aloud in a shaking voice. “He didn’t touch you—he’s gone. You’ll never have to see him again. Clearly, he didn’t like you enough to want to see you more than once. Don’t think about it, Sonya—forget it. He’s gone.”

She’d gone to sleep in the vast silver platform bed which she hadn’t had to share with anyone so far and drifted into an uneasy slumber. But then, for the first time in a long time, she’d woken up screaming.

The nightmare was as strong and vivid as the ones she’d had when she was a child. A big hand pawing for her…a hungry mouth with broken teeth gaping wide…hot breath on her bare flesh as the monster sought to devour her.

When she’d had night terrors as a child, one of her parents or her granny was always there to wake her and comfort her. But no one came to comfort her now—no one put their arms around her and held her tight, whispering that everything was going to be okay, that she was safe now, safe and it was all right and the monster wasn’t real.

“Just your imagination. Shh, Sonya—hush now, sweetheart. It was just a bad dream and now it’s over.”

But there was no one to say those words—no one to reassure her. And this time the nightmare was real and she couldn’t escape the monster just by waking up.

Sonya had curled into a trembling ball as the sobs wracked her.

Of course no one came to comfort you, whispered a mean little voice in her head. Your whole family is dead—remember? Momma, Daddy, Granny—all of them dead! And you’re all alone, stuck on an alien planet millions of light years from home and no one cares about you. Grow up and get over it, Sonya! No one is coming to save you.

She’d tried to comfort herself again by reminding herself that the huge Trollox hadn’t actually touched her—clearly, she wasn’t to his liking because he hadn’t done anything to her. Probably she would never see him again.

But her hopes had been dashed when she’d walked out onto the glittering, floating stage in the middle of the Flower Lounge and saw him sitting there in the corner of the club, as though he was waiting for her.

Clearly, she wasn’t done seeing Sir Grox yet. Why else would he be watching her set in the Flower Lounge?

Sonya knew she had been lucky so far—having clients that were mainly interested in her vocal talents. No one had made her do anything overtly sexual yet—other than standing around naked or sucking her toes. It had made her feel dirty and objectified, but it still wasn’t as bad as being raped. Thank God that hadn’t happened to her—yet. Yes, she’d been relatively lucky, considering her circumstances.

But now, with Sir Grox’s greedy yellow eyes watching her, she had a bad feeling that her luck was just about to run out…

THIRTEEN

NATE

The next time the invisible barrier released Nate, he was immediately restrained. Something soft but strong was wrapped around his wrists and ankles as he lunged forward, trying to attack whatever fucker was trying to buy him this time!

“Get off me!” he shouted, struggling against the new bonds. “Leave me the fuck alone! I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Gently, Nate. Gently,” a soft, feminine voice breathed in his ear. And then a sweet smell was wafted into his nostrils and he felt himself going limp.

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