After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E3029
Ocea
"Hey, new guy, please bring, Mr. Cop, two of our finest worm shots," Boss said while clapping his hands with an evil smile.
He placed his hand on Mr. Cop's back, guiding him to the chair. "The shots are one of our signature drinks. You cannot find it anywhere else," his confident voice hummed.
A green male safforian rushed to Boss with a tray of drinks. His fishnet body suit showed everything besides his lunch box. He handed Mr. Cop a shot and then turned around for me to see it was Stopper.
He smirked at me while I rolled my eyes. "These are the best around," Stop said in excitement, handing the MOS another shot. "You will feel everything from space and back." Stop nodded his head with a stupid face. "If you hold your breath after taking it, the worm will wiggle down your throat smoother."
"Okay, boy, out." Boss waved for Stop to exit the private room.
Stop straight-smiled at me with a wink, rushing out of the room. I made a hand gesture toward Stop, trying to get him to inform the others that this was a bust, but he kept giving me his dumbass, confused expression.
Boss's eyes glanced over at me with his eyebrows scrunched together. He waved his hand above his head, telling me to get to dancing.
"Oh." I tip-toed to the rope hanging in the middle of the stage.
The music played louder while the lights shined perfectly on me. Lightning gnats buzzed around, circling me to add effect to my dance. I glanced at Becca, who was still hiding behind the curtain. She mouthed good luck to me as I breathed out, wrapping the rope around my foot.
The lever attached to the rope clicked, causing me to grip the cord tighter. Fastening my arm, I hovered off the stage above Mr. Cop. I leaned my head back, swinging my legs while I hung upside down.
Boss smirked at me with his eyes on my breasts. He crossed his arms over his chest before exiting the private room.
The dress stayed tight on my legs while I spun in circles around Mr. Cop. The smoke from his mouth swirled into my wig as he smiled an evil grin. He downed a shot, slamming the glass on the table next to him.
"Spin her faster," he said, clapping his hands. "Fast!" he yelled, keeping his eyes on me.
The lever clicked as I wished for the best. The rope picked up the pace, spinning me in circles until my vision blurred. Blues, reds, and orange sped by as I tried to keep my eyes only on him. He stood up quickly, grabbing my shoulders as blood rushed to my head.
"Beautiful," he whispered with a slur.
I grabbed the rope, pulling myself up so I was not upside down. My blood drained from my brain as I stepped onto the ground. The lights blinked silver, sparkling the private room.
