I don't own WotW. But Sam is all mine. Don't steal her or else...
As I ran passed a Martian, he wrapped one of his tentacles around me, stopping my get away.
Oh snap...
"Let go!"
"You're not going anywhere." Yeah...not anymore. But I'm not giving up without a fight. I thrashed around as the Martian with the thing crawled up to me. He attempted to stick one of the pointed ends in the underside of my elbow.
In my thrashing, I managed to kick the device from the Martian's tentacular grip. With a breathy huff and an angered glare, the Martian slowly left to retrieve it. The Martian holding me wrapped another tentacle around my leg, halting my kicks.
"Cease your struggles human. You're making this harder than it needs to be." my restraining Martian said.
With a sigh of defeat, I stopped moving. This wasn't going anywhere. He held tight as the rest of the Martians gathered closer. The one with the device came back and tried again. Oh no! Still not wanting a needle sticking through my skin, I resorted to one final defense.
I bit his oncoming tentacle. I held on as the Martian in pain tried to pull away. I think this is going well. My restraining Martian tried to yank me off, but I have no intentions to let go any time soon.
Only problem is that the Martian tasted nasty! It was the worst my tongue ever experienced, and I tried a lot of disgusting things, like a rotten banana peel from the garbage. I was curious ok!
When I bit down a bit harder, the bitten Martian wrapped another tentacle around my throat, cutting off my air supply.
Now this is a tight situation. The harder I bit down, the tighter the tentacle got. I saw from the corner of my eye that the surrounding Martians were smiling. They knew what I knew. 1. I have to let go in order to breathe again or 2. I don't let go and I go unconscious. Hmmmmmm...which one, which one? This was a hard decision.
But apperantly, my lungs got impatient and made the decision for me.
I let go and the Martian withdrew his choking tentacle. Almost instantly, I began gasping for breath. I think I turned blue. The Martian holding me petted my head.
"Good human. You deserve a nice little treat I found. I think you'll greatly appreciate it after 4 Earth days of no known nutrition." he said. 4 days? Is that all it's been? I had no time to further think about it as this Martian gave me this HUGE cookie. I immediatly snatched it and began to eat it. Food...glorious food. Especially cookies. Cookies are awesome!
I didn't notice the other Martian trying another go at the device thing.That is until it was too late.
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