"Dad's is going to flip shit, no, he's gonna kill you."

McKenna smirked softly as she looked down pridefully at her swollen red wrist, she curled her fingers toward her palm and then cautiously stretching them back out again.

"Mckenna, he's like, going to take his hands," her brother reached out toward her with his hands out wide, aiming for her neck, "and kill you."

Her smile turned more blissful after her brother finished his sentence, she gave him a quick side glance before giving all her attention back to her wrist.

She had finally done it.

She got a tattoo, she got a fucking tattoo.

Josh snapped his chucky fingers in front of her, causing her to snap of her thoughts and pray her sight away from the cross tattoo that was now permanently on her skin.

It stug a bit, but nothing McKenna couldn't handle, she never obsessed about getting a tattoo but her brother took her downtown and she saw the tattoo shop and she had money on her and one thing let to another.

It all happened too fast but she didn't care; her smile was never ending, it made her cheeks ache ever so slightly. Josh snapped his fingers at her again in annoyance.

"Dude, he's gonna kill you."

"Shut up already, Jesus. Im 18, everyone's getting one now."

"Yeah, you're gonna need Jesus when mom and dad see that damn thing, I'm debating if dad's gonna murder me for letting you get the damn, thing, oh shit, he is." Josh ran his hand through his long blond hair, pulling the glossy strains against his scalp, he exhaled in distress.

Giggling in response, McKenna waved her arm around, "I got a tattoo, I got a tattoo." she kept repeating to herself, in a sense trying to remind herself of what she had done.

"You're so dead." Josh mimicked her and let out his own uncomfortable laugh, "you're so dead."

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Dead. Dead. Dead.

She could hear it.

She could hear the voice say it, the voice was husky and robotic, as if the words were bitter and they were trying to swallow it down. All she saw was black but she could feel around her, her numb fingers twitched. She felt the chill air, it gently kissed her exposed skin. She could feel her toes, her fingers, everything but she didn't dare move them.

It was cold but in a pleasant way.

Dead.

Josh?

She gingerly opened the slits of her lips, they were dry and her lips stuck to each other as she tried to taste the air.

Icy cold.

The dramatic sound of a growl made her senses heighten up, a taunting growl aimed at her.

She was scared, so scared she didn't feel in control of her body, she couldn't find it within her ability to open her eyes. McKenna's gruesome thoughts scared her even more, just thinking about where she was; in a world where she with monsters. In a world where her own people gave her up to extraterrestrial beings, a world where she was stripped to her undergarments and forced to play a role where she had a pick a disgusting creature from a horror movie to be her mate. Where the creatures were giant, scaly, covered in armor prepared for battle at any given moment and had four long crab like mandibles.

All she wanted to do was open her eyes and have it all be a dream.

The deafening footsteps coming toward her weren't easy to pick up how she could hear them, they were heavy and hesitant.

The runt wasn't supposed to be in there, he had no authorization to enter the medical wing of the ship. But he had to see her, had to see the price he had won. Out of all the females that came through to the dining hall, she was the most memorable, the talk of the night and she was all his now.

All McKenna wanted to do was be at home, a FBI agent solving crimes and helping people yet, she could barely help herself. She knew she was going to die and perhaps that was the best way out, to end all the misery.

She could smell him, the herb like mist that came from him made the back of her throat swell in crucial pain. She was still so weak and groggy. Her body was a sickly pale cool, as if new blood hadn't come around to give it a lively color.

McKenna only realized she was crying when she felt the tears reach the edge of her jawline and steadily run down her neck.

They had patched up her fetal wounds with ease, she had been asleep for more than a day. They gave her nothing for the pain, the medical doctor didn't believe she was worth it, worth their advantaged medicine. Some of them even refused to help her at all. They had enough to heal husbands of hunters if needed, but not enough for a single, useless human.

It was then that she felt the harsh touch that reminded her of sandpaper brush her tears away; he had touched her.

"Pyode ooman." He spoke quickly as he petted her aggressively.

His odd features set him apart from the others. His menacing mandibles were smaller and duller on the ends and his face was a richer green color, like alga. He acquired more of the black tube like facial hair than the others, he was beyond hideously.

It was when he began leaning in toward McKenna's bare chest that she began to realize she was completely naked. His hot breath was warm against her nipples.

He started smelling her, all of her. The dried up blood that the doctors purposely left behind on her flesh, the heat that came from between her legs, all of her. Unlike his own kinds' females, she was a sweet smell, something he had never before encountered. Humans as a whole were foreign to him. He saw their skulls on walls of his clan members, his father's, however, he himself was never seen as admirable enough to go off on his own hunts.

McKenna appeared so delicate, so tempting and she was all his, he had a human under his control.

Her limp head swayed back and front while the runt grabbed at her leg and effortlessly dragged her from the metal table that housed her, her vertebrae scrapped down the side of the table, inflicting more pain to overwhelm her nerves.

McKenna groaned fraily as she came into contact with the bitter cold ground.

Cold, cold, cold. All she ever felt from the moment she arrived was coldness, bitterness, hatred. Her glossy lower lip dripped downward, showing off a stream of saliva that threatened to escape from the corners. She could detect him shifting around her vulnerable body, a pull of a strap or two echoed her ears.

The sight of her naked enterinated him, fascinated him, excited him. McKenna couldn't hear him anymore, his attempt to examine her came to a halt, giving her the opportunity to hear her heartbeat throb against her skull.

All was calm until the runt reached toward and locked his massive hand around her boney ankle, he tugged hard.

Moaning in confusion, she crawled at the ground as she felt herself being moved. The throbbing of her head was the only thing reminding her that she wasn't dreaming. Squatting down beside her, the runt tilted his head as he examined her petite frame, her milk glands closely resembled a female yaujta's. His curiosity was stopped by her tightly closed legs. Grabbing her bruised knee caps, he took a brief movement to admire the softness of her skin before he began to spread them.

Oh please no.

McKenna let out a sound in distress that the runt mistrupted as a response of pleasure, he came to a pause. The sound made him squeeze her knees, he had never heard such a sound before. It made his groin harden and the pits of his stomach burn pleasantly. He wanted to hear it again; he pulled her legs back open, he felt her resisting.

"Nah-no-" McKenna spat the sound of her mouth with great force. His disgusting touch made her feel utterly violated. The feeling of his sharp talon slid down from the top of her collarbone to her bellybutton convinced McKenna he could of split her open with them if he applied just a little more pressure.

Her head began to spin.

"Dude, what are you gonna do when he sees it?"

"You're so dead, he's gonna kill you."

Her trembling mouth hung down, wanting to screaming, to push him off her, but she couldn't. Her body was against her, her own body was betraying her. There she was, legs wide open against her will for a disturbing, sick creature.

The runt's hand rested on her sex, cupping it in an unnatural way. He had never touched a female of any kind before.

The taste of the salty tear that slid onto her exposed tongue made her groan again, she could feel herself falling victim to the darkness again. Closing in on her.

Get the hell off!

It was the sound of the vengeful roar in the distance that caused her eyes to ultimately snap open.

Out of the blue, the runt's grip was abruptly pried away from her as he was thrown across the room effortlessly. He harshly collided with the table of equipments that came tumbling down with his body onto the floor.

One of the long knives from the table came crashing down next to her. Her eyes widen at the sight of it, she instantly grabbed it and lifted herself on her wobbly knees, preparing to encounter whoever and whatever awaited in front of her.

She blinked slowly, trying to clear up her vision. Everything felt like it was spinning to her.

"You're so dead McKenna, he's going to kill you."

"I'm not scared of him, Josh."

With one arm desperately covering her breasts and her other pointing the knife directly in front of her, she saw nothing. To her right, the runt remained motionless underneath the layer of medical supplies.

Something was there, it had to be but where were they?

The strains of her hair poked deeply into the corner of her eye but she made no effect to move it, she looked blankly in front of her. Her slightly blurry vision made her narrowed her eyes, trying to see what was in front of her, what had thrown the runt.

As she did, nothing was visible expect for her cross necklace that was floating freely in front of her.

"You're so dead."