Obsidian - Miranda Bridges Page 0,13
you.” My leg falls limp to the mattress as he moves on to my hands, my nails, and then my teeth. “Blunt claws and fangs. No suitable orifice for me to penetrate. Have they sold me a defective one, I wonder?”
He speaks as though I’m merely an object. I suppose that’s all I am to him: a mindless toy for him to play with and hopefully not break. I consider telling him that I am defective in hopes that he’ll leave me alone, but the madam’s threat lingers in my mind. If he sends me back, she’ll no doubt follow through and make me wish I hadn’t been born, let alone returned.
However, at this point, staying here is just as horrific.
“Remove your garment,” he orders, swatting the side of my leg. “I must see where to enter you.”
He…doesn’t know where to enter me? Like where my vagina is?
I stare up at him in shock, then I do something I must be delirious to do: I laugh. And then I laugh and laugh again until my stomach aches and tears stream down my cheeks. Of all things, this is what breaks me into hysterics—an alien who doesn’t know where to freaking violate me? I think my head is cracked, my mind completely gone, because this is the funniest shit I’ve ever seen. You can’t make up this kind of stuff.
The alien backhands me so quickly that my head moves with the impact. My cheek blossoms, and the tears in my eyes sting like a bitch but no longer fall. My laughter reduces to a manic giggle when he tears away the dress from the lower part of my stomach. Again he inspects me and growls when he realizes my belly button is of no use to him.
I hope he doesn’t try to put his dick in there because I don’t want to be gutted.
Oh God. Please don’t try to fuck my belly button.
If my laughter doesn’t kill me, he certainly will.
His search grows more frantic as he explores my body, and out of a knee-jerk reaction, I kick him. In the face. We stare at each other, and I’m not sure which of us is more shocked. I’d laugh again if I weren’t so terrified and painfully aware of the anger in his gaze.
I bite my lip as amusement bubbles in my chest. Ah, hell, it’s happening again.
Apparently I resort to hysterical laughter when under life-threatening situations. Good to know but not very helpful at this time. Perhaps not at any time actually.
“You will tell me where your point of entry is this instant!” He raises his hand to backhand me, but a male voice stops him.
“If you touch her one more time, I’m going to kill you. Actually, your death was imminent the moment you laid a finger on her.”
Lord Tolas shifts his weight off me. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I was just…perusing.”
“Well I suggest you peruse the fuck away from here, Dark Knight. You lost, and I won; this female is mine.”
Dark Knight is the other person speaking?
I crane my neck to look at him, and my heart stops when we lock eyes. It is the raven-haired male who lost to Lord Tolas. The one who wanted to pay a fortune to own me.
“Such a foolish, foulmouthed creature who doesn’t recognize death when he sees it.” He cuts his gaze upward to Lord Tolas and adds with a derisive grin, “Not to mention he obviously doesn’t know what to do with a female. Perhaps Madam Pim should include instructions for her clients going forward.”
Despite the fear coiling around me, a rush of heat rises to my cheeks. How long has he been standing there? He unfolds his arms and pushes away from the wall. His eyes darken and smoky black tendrils seep from the palm of his raised hand.
“I will warn you one last time. Unhand the female and no blood will be spilled.”
With an undaunted scoff, Lord Tolas drags me upright. “Touch her where? Here?”
He reaches for the gap between my legs, but his hand never comes into contact.
The other male grabs Lord Tolas by the throat and snaps his neck like a farmer handling a chicken. He then holds up the corpse like a puppet.
“Just pitiful,” he says, dropping the body to the floor and wiping his hands on his coat. His eyes burn into me, pinning me to the bed with the mere intensity of his gaze. For a long while, we just stare at