Sold To The Beastmen Princes

of a fitful sleep. Her stomach cramped violently, a sharp, twisting pain that radiated through her ribs. Hung

f her datapad lit up on the nightstand. A flashing red messa

r you're out on the street.

nd damp carpet, was her last refuge. She dragged herself to the window, parting the grimy blinds. Down below, Mr. Kowalski

There was no way out. No money, n

unnatural light

s a brilliant, pulsating blue-purple hue, bleeding ou

er stomach and the flashing eviction notice on her screen pushed a reckless, desperate thought into her min

dly she could barely manage the zipper. She slipped out of

spended a few feet off the ground. It emitted a low, thrumming hum

er pale skin in an otherworldly glow. She reached out,

ushed the edge of the light

ngs. The ground vanished beneath her feet. She was thrown into a silent, sp

urned slowly, heralded by the biting

by a seamless expanse of pure white. Ceiling, walls, floor-everything was

. The air brushing against her s

complete

she violently scrambled backward, her bare back hitting the freezing wall.

croaked, her

oor. She slammed her palms against the walls, frantically searching

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all, pulling her knees to her chest, h

ical hiss brok

lhouettes filled the entryway. They were impossibly tall, their shoulders

the wall, wishing she could phase thr

e spoke, a harsh, guttural string of complex

rs spilling hot down her freezing che

d a metallic device that pulsed with a faint, ominous light

ing in a raw, throat-tearing scream. She tried to craw

he device pressed a

ugh her skull, and the white room fa