Yes, this is good. I just need to appear as frigid as a nun, and I’ll be ignored.
Between Sandra’s wailing and Kazumi sniffles, I hear footsteps echoing. The unmistakable, familiar sound of the red titan’s massive thumping steps.
“They’re coming!” I exclaim, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing I’m next. The other two women intensify their crying, and I frown, thinking them as useful as chocolate coffee cups.
I gasp through a dry mouth, seeing the limp form of Carmen cradled in the massive arm of the red titan. The walls feel like they’re closing in. The idea they may use violence on me is terrifying. But I stop myself from demanding answers, remembering my plan to not draw attention. This... Dracoth manipulates his alien wrist device, and the cell bars come crashing down with a resounding clang that makes me tremble.
He sets Carmen on the floor with surprising gentleness. Should I make a mad dash out of the open cell?But where would I go, even if for some miracle I’m not caught instantly? The red titan sets military camo clothes beside Carmen, and I feel a touch of relief noticing her chest rising and falling with loud snores.
She’s alive! And doesn’t appear injured from what I can see.
The red titan straightens and turns to me with a speed one his size shouldn’t possess. My arms shoot to cover my nudity, remembering Sandra’s words and my plan. The sheer immensity of him is overwhelming, not helped by his unreadable expression with deep, brooding eyes like blazing suns framed by a red sky.
He takes a step forward, and I take an instinctual step backward like a scary dance of sorts. We both repeat the pattern a second time, and I titter with nervous tension. But he doesn’t find it funny, sighing so loudly it could blow down the three little pigs’ houses. It’s actually reassuring—almost human.
He’s not the most patient, our giant alien captor.
The red titan frowns, heightening his already brooding expression. He gestures with his two hands, either beckoning me forward or requesting to fondle my breasts.
It’s hard to tell, but I sure as hell hope it’s the first. I flash a weak smile at our captor, totally at odds with the stomach-churning panic I’m struggling to mask. With tentative footsteps upon the cold black metal, I shuffle towards the cell exit.
He shifts suddenly as I pass him, and I almost leap out of my skin with heart-pounding fright. The red titan mimics a gesture of holding something, perhaps indicating an offer to carry me. But I turn, flicking my long blonde hair over my shoulder.
“No thanks, Dracoth. I’ll walk,” I state, straight-backed and haughty, with all the dignity my boarding school drilled into me.
Dracoth emits a short, deep sound that could be considered a snort of approval.Careful now, Lexie, we don’t want to charm him too much... or at all.I remind myself with a solemn nod.
Seducing men comes naturally to me. I can’t help myself. It’s so fun and exciting: a suggestive look here, a hand on the leg, and an encouraging word there—my problem has always been keeping them… well, the ones worth keeping.
It’s my large size—curvaceous and six feet tall. The boys feel intimidated, preferring skinny Barbie-doll bitches instead. Well, that or perhaps my passionate nature. Memories of screaming arguments come unsolicited.But those weren’t my fault.If my ex-boyfriends just behaved, treating me with the respect a lady deserves, none of those fights would’ve happened.
I’m bursting with passionate life, and these so-called men can’t handle that.
I sigh with annoyance, assaulted by painful memories. Dracoth marches behind me, his wind tunnel-like breathing echoing through the dusty, flickering, lighted corridor, grating on my nerves. Not to mention he’s probably staring at my ass; the thought causes me to shake with sudden rage.
“You walk in front!” I demand, halting to glare up at the titan.
My fury freezes to icy fear in an instant as I stare at the hulking alien, wondering what madness possessed me to challenge him.He returns my scowl with an unblinking stare, looking like a giant red statue.
“Ni triackoid kis,” he grumbles after a brief moment, gesturing down the dilapidated black marble corridor.
“I can’t understand you!” I state the obvious with exasperation. Suddenly, it hits me that he can’t understand me either. “You big, scary, dumb, red hobo with no fashion sense,” I say, my tirade with a fake smile that doesn’t reach my eyes and a sweet tone that could cause a toothache. Though my captor doesn’t seem convinced by my act.
He frowns, searching my face. There’s a calculating cunning behind his burning eyes that fills me with dread. I flinch as he reaches into a pouch dangling from his tacky leather belt. His arm shoots to my face with such speed I can’t react to in time,
“Stop...” I push uselessly against his immovable muscles, hearing a soft hiss near my ear.
In a panic, I trace my fingers over a small metal disc just below my left ear. “What the hell did you do to me?” I exclaim in outrage.
“Those false words you spoke. Repeat them.” The terrifying Dracoth leans down with a knowing rock-hard glare, filling my space with his presence.
I recoil in shock, realizing I can understand him now and that he’s calling me out.
The titan clutches my shoulders, his grip like hot iron. “Speak, female,” he demands, and I curse myself for my impulsive, hasty words coming back to haunt me with interest.
“Um...”What the fuck should I say? He’ll know if I’m lying.“I merely suggested your clothes could use a minor adjustment, is all.” I emit a weak, nervous giggle.A little truth is better than a total lie, right?Dracoth frowns before straightening. The absence of his warm hands on my bare shoulders is surprisingly regrettable.
His molten eyes travel the length of my nude body, as if implying my hypocrisy. “What?” I snap back at his ridiculous comparison. “This?” I start, glaring down but keeping my breasts and vagina covered. “It’s hardly a fashion choice now, is it?” I shake with outrage, thinking this Dracoth might be dumb after all.
