Two Hearts

Chapter 7 - The Claim

Emily roused to consciousness with the feeling of something clammy touching her. Roaming slithers of clammy rough flesh that stroked up and down her legs and then up her waist before stopping at her chest. A musty puff of hot air blew on her skin in uneven puffs.

On the side of her head was a low pulsing throb that she tried to check with her fingers, but, she found she was tied down, unable to move. Something held her limbs down.

Her eyes opened slowly to near darkness. The world spun in circles before coming to a stop. Instead of a ceiling she saw a large dark shadow looming over her, the musty air coming from it. Soft clicking came from the large shadow as it hovered over her, fanning that awful smell over her face and skin.

Turning her head left to right she saw that her wrists were held down by heavy metal chains. They were attached to nothing and sat in a pile on the dark bed she lied on.

She gagged when she noticed the bed smelled of that same must.

Emily struggled to free herself of the bonds, to escape the clammy hands of her captor. Clarity had returned leaving behind a nasty headache that she actively ignored. The shape above her was revealed when a shining light passed across the window outside, briefly highlighting the face of G'keta.

His eyes were narrowed and his mandibles flexing open and closed as he moved his hands up and down her naked body. She saw claw marks here and there along her thighs and and sides, blood smeared around the healed over scratches.

Groaning, she forced words to come out of her mouth, "Stop...touching me!"

She tried bringing up her knee to kick him in the ground but she found that those, too, were held down. She was rendered helpless against him. This was heinous, disgusting...and scary. There was no escape but she still tried.

Emily cried for Bhehre.

G'keta snarled, his hands stopping briefly in their exploration, "Ki'cte. You are mine. Not his." His claws dug into the bed shredding the already ragged material even more.

No.

Bhehre was the one she wanted. Not G'keta. Why couldn't he get it through that thick big skull of his? What would it take?

A fight lit inside of her body and bucked her body trying to free herself of the restraints that held her in bondage. Her actions seemed to excite G'keta, his yellow eyes practically glowing.

"Sei'i. Fight little female. I love to see my prey beg."

"Fuck you!"

"Gladly." The Yautja purred.

A waft of his breath blew in her face when he bent over her and licked her lips. The smell was revolting and twisted her stomach in a knot. How could a Yautja smell so bad? They always took care of themselves, always being an extremely clean species when not on a Hunt. It didn't make sense to her!

"Bhehre is a better male than you will ever be!" Emily spat.

G'keta scoffed, shaking his mane about, "He will hunt with the gods when I am done with him."

That fire within burned hotter as she glared up at G'keta, making sure that he saw her hatred for him. When she broke free to she beat the ever living hell out of this asshole if it was the last thing she did. She swore upon Cetanu that he would have another soul to devour. This one would surely taste like shit since he smelled like it.

"Cetanu will make sure you are devoured like the waste of flesh you are. You deserve only pa—" A large hand backhanded her across the face with just enough force to snap her head to the side. She yelped in surprise at the sudden attack.