She wasn't sure what was worse: the fact that the translator had carelessly locked a suffocating device around her swollen wrist or, the fact that he had told her to strip till she was in nothing but her matching black undergarments.

"They wish to see your infamous ooman smooth skin," he had told her as they walked, "you are not naked only due to the fact that only your chosen mate shall see all of you."

Mate?

As soon as her hand harshly slammed the remainder of her useless clothing on to the floor with boiling anger, the yaujta raised one of his hairy brow calmly; his eyes investigated her necklace. Through his thermal heat vision, he noticed that it wasn't a red and orange color like the rest of her warm body, it was a dead black color.

"Off." He vividly stuck out his massive hand to point out her valuable idem.

McKenna's slouched head snapped with alertness

Um, no. God no. Hell no.

Without a second thought, McKenna squeezed her cross necklace with a stubborn hold, her nostrils widened as her unmanaged breathing got intense, she eyed him boldly, "Don't even try to take this away from me, you'll lose."

The yaujta did something unexpected; it forced McKenna to drop her mouth speechlessly.

He laughed.

His mandible's stretched widely, allowing her to get a good look at his inner teeth and his slimy pink gums. He looked like a monster from a comic book. The laugh that escaped him was masculine and evil, as if he wouldn't control the nasty sound. Like a child who had found the mother-load of candy their parents had been hiding from them. It was a hideous sound.

"You are a fool to stare at a yaujta in the eyes," he suddenly transformed to a more serious faze, he cocked his head, his glossy deadlocks followed his swift movements, "do you wish to fight, ooman!"

He predatory barked while the moist skin around his sharp mandibles rose up, showing off his teeth that were designed for tearing; saliva dropped from the corner of his month.

In lightening speed he aggressively step forward, pouncing like a wild animal, "Do you!" He vexingly shouted with all his might, the scaly patterns on his flesh outlined his clenched muscles.

McKenna soon childishly jumped with confused fear, her golden necklace painfully impressed into the skin of her sweaty palms, "You're fucken crazy!"

McKenna screamed with an equal amount of frustration, making sure to shut her sorrow eyes as she brought her shaky hands to shelter her face. It took everything within her not to violently punch something and continue to scream bloody murder.

"Eyeing one in the eyes is an invite for a battle, if you intend to survive the night you will not repeat what you just did." He explained steadily. One by one, his stretched out mandibles began going back to their originally form.

Her tormenting eyes vibrated from the amount of force she used to keep them closed, "Where I come from its rude not to look at someone in the eyes!"

McKenna couldn't believe what was happening, she couldn't believe thee entire situation but at that very moment, she couldn't wrap her head around the fact that looking someone in the eyes was like asking them to fight! She frowned unhurriedly.

"You will learn the way of the yaujta," That's when he brutally placed the sliver metal colored wrist band on her, "if not, death is your second option."

McKenna stood impatiently with a zapping shiver overpowering her spine. Her lengthy arms were crossed so that her hands desperately held each other for some source of warmth.

Aliens are were four eyed creatures, that adduce humans and did experiments on them. They cut off people's heads to look into their brains to see how we think. They cut us up into pieces to see how our body works. They're most amused by our blood cause theirs isn't red like ours.

McKenna could hear her younger brother's voice playing in her head on repeat; it never seemed to come to an ended.

Her lips slid open slowly, letting her control her aimless breathing. The translator watched her closely, his eyes never left her.

Aliens love to eat people cause they get tried of the food on their planet so they try human flesh. They like to do test on people that end up getting abducted; they abduct stupid people that walk into dark alleys by themselves. When they take you, they strap you to a table and cut up till you die of screaming.

McKenna tightly shut her watery eyes. God, no, please.

Aliens kill people, that's why there's not a lot of people that know about them. I think they only sent people back to earth to warn the others of their existence.

The translator watched as her puzzled face twitched desperately, as if she was battling with her personal thoughts. At such times, a male could have comforted the distressed female in an attempt to calm her. Females were highly respected in his society, they were the source of their survival, they gave birth to generations of warriors. But, he wouldn't dare show a hint of love and effective to such a weak, foreign creature. The very thought made his mandibles frown and his nose rise up in disgust.

Humans were so sensitive, especially the females. The way they cried in front of others was a strict taboo for male yaujtas. Tears meant fear, fear meant emotion, and warriors were constantly taught to be emotionless. Humans were only good for hunting and killing, their worthy, shiny white skulls helped the warriors of his world find mates. Despite being as small as they were, the challenging ones were the best; and McKenna was indeed a challenge.

The fact that she was in nothing but a black bra and matching underwear, allowed him to see she had some odd cravings on her right, pointy shoulder blade. Did she draw it on herself? Did her people have clan markings like they did? The translator was well aware that violent groups on earth had markings all around their bodies to represent what clan or 'gang' they belonged to.

He couldn't begin to picture the woman in front of him being involved in such a dangerous thing.

With her arms being crossed, he could fully see every detail. The permanent markings began with a titled dandelion, the flower's white seeds appeared to be blown towards her neck by an invisible wind where the seeds became small, simple black birds.

With her small, skinny hands rolled up toward her chest in a ball, he saw another marking: a long, black cross on the side of her left thumb.

How odd.

McKenna watched as the alien vividly showed interest in her tattoo, making her feel uncomfortable and fully exposed against her well.

Without warning his head snapped up. The male didn't have time to stand there and watch the confused female, he needed to get her to the main hall before it was too late.

They were on a precious schedule, "Come along. We have business to attend to."