Harwal, book 3

Chapter 22

"No!" I yell as Murrow pulls the trigger.

It all happens in the blink of an eye. Harwal blocks the needle aimed towards me. Murrow tries to load another needle in, but Harwal takes one long stride towards him and smashes the gun on the wall with Murrow's hands. Harwal grabs him by the mouth, stopping his screaming, and plucks a needle off his own arm.

"How potent is this?" Harwal asks, showing the half empty needle at Murrow, who widens his eyes. He's screaming, his chest and throat roaring with the sound, but it never comes out of his mouth.

"Close the door," Harwal says to me, and I jerkily get to the door, shutting it carefully. I nudge it a couple of times to make sure it's shut.

"I-it's closed," I whisper. I didn't even think about the room being soundproof.

Harwal releases Murrow's mouth and lets him fall to the floor. He doesn't say anything, nor does he scream. He lifts his bloodied hands and whimpers.

"What is the meaning of this, my sweet Candy?" He says and turns to me with a wobbling lower lip. "I just wanted you to enjoy yourself."

I lean on the door and scowl at him. I can't believe he was about to shoot me with a drug and… "H-how are you feeling?" I ask, looking at Harwal. "Do you feel…weird?"

Harwal rubs the spot the needle pierced his skin and shakes his head. "It didn't go fully in, and not all got injected." He raises the needle and waves it in front of Murrow, but the tiny alien is still staring at me.

Harwal grabs the Tiran's cheeks, forcing him to face him. "How potent is this? Was it made for humans?"

"Stop talking to me, slave," Murrow hisses, baring his teeth. "My Candy, get this beast off me!"

"Then answer me," I say, getting my marbles back into the jar. Harwal releases his hold on the little man and rubs the injection site again.

I get next to Harwal and crouch down. The Atorus' on the wall suddenly starts groaning and rattling louder, so I give them a look. They're honed in on me, more specifically, my crotch. I curse and shut my thighs.

Out of spite and anger for the others he has hurt, I smack Murrow's cheek as hard as I can. The alien only bares his teeth in response.

"You're mine," he hisses and nudges his chin up. "Don't ever think you can do whatever you want. I'm the one who—"

Harwal grabs his jaw, which shuts him up immediately. "Speak or die," he says with a chilling voice. "There isn't any kind of surveillance in your rooms. You're on your own. What was the dosage?"

I feel a little slutty for this, but that got me a little hot. Jesus, he has a mighty commanding tone. I bite my lips and straighten up. Not the time or place to feel hot and bothered.

Murrow glares at me, even while being squished by Harwals huge hand. I raise my brow at his silence. I expected him to start prattling immediately.

Harwal snaps Murrow's elbow, making a horrible cracking sound. Murrow screams and wiggles in place, trying to escape. I shiver in disgust as the arm dangles uselessly on his side. I turn my back and get to the other side of the room. I'm not really made for this kind of stuff.

"I-it's not a complete concoction!" Murrow finally yells after another sickening crack.

I stare intently at the decontamination chamber. Not wanting to see whatever is happening. The Atorus' moans and other sounds almost drown Murrow's whimpers, but even they quiet down as they turn to see the spectacle. One even starts laughing between his moans.

"It's something that even a big thing like you wont—" Murrow's words get cut with a dull thud and a crack.

One more of the Atorus begins laughing, making me concerned for their sanity. I frown and dare to turn.