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Pleasure desperately tried to mask pain, mask the horror of her impending death, tears streaking down her face.

And then… everything went black.

CHAPTER 11

GISELLE’S EYES SHOT OPEN a few moments later, and she gasped in a breath, her hands immediately clutching at her neck. Fuck, her throat burned like molten lava had been poured down it, her ears ringing.

Slowly, she focused on the alien hovered over her, grunting as he coated her aching cunt with warm seed. His eyes were wide too, pupils returned to their normal slit-like state even as his climax raced through him.

“Are you alright? Giselle?” Vrix muttered in between shallow thrusts, before stopping his movement.

She screamed, or tried to, the sound coming out as a rattling groan.

He wanted to kill her, was going to kill her. These monsters had lulled her into thinking they respected her, cared for her, but still, she was nothing to them. A pathetic, defenseless human.

“I-I am sorry,” he said, his voice breaking.

He was still on top of her, still caging her to the bed, his cock still pulsing inside her as sticky cum oozed from her used cunt.

Clawed fingers brushed gently through her hair and his chest heaved as if he were holding back tears. The door whooshed open and she didn’t have to look to know who it was.

“What happened?” Thase asked, stomping over to the bed and glaring at the two of them.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” Vrix whimpered, squeezing her tighter and forcing a cough from her aching lungs.

“Get out,” Thase said, each word punctuated by the growl of his voice.

“It was an accident!”

Vrix refused to let go and Thase crossed his arms over his chest, a vicious glower directed at the other Dalgur.

“Get out. Now.”

Giselle’s head still ached, her whole body weak, and she didn’t know what was preferable. Staying here with Vrix, who had almost killed her, or waiting to see what Thase wanted to do to her.

Again, she prayed to whatever deity was listening to kill her quickly if that was what was going to happen.

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and finally Vrix slid out of her. His seed dripped onto the sheets as he got off the bed, cowering underneath Thase’s scowl. With one last sad look, he hurried out of the whooshing chrome door.

Thase followed him with a piercing gaze, and when he disappeared, turned back to Giselle.

“What happened?”

His voice was gruff, but he made no move to join her in the bed.

Her answer came out in a rasp, anxiety electrifying her nerves.

“I… used my fingers, my hand on Vrix’s sheath. I didn’t realize… he went crazy or something, pounced on me and wouldn’t take his hand off my throat. I think I passed out.”

She scrutinized him as she spoke, tensing as he took a step towards her.

Thase slid into the bed, sitting against the headboard and pulling her into his arms. He brushed her hair, so similar to the way Vrix did, and Giselle sighed despite the fear coursing through her.

“It will be alright, dear one. You are okay.”

Tears fell down her cheeks, and she wiped them away, sniffling as he continued to stroke her hair. She gazed up at him, softened by his calm voice, his comforting words.

Thase brought his fingers to her neck, and she winced, pain rearing even with the gentle touch. He lifted his hand a few inches so a small tentacle could emerge from the palm. It pressed against her tender skin and she winced again, though almost immediately the pain gave way to relief.