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|16: Don't Scream.

MIYAs POV...

The annoying sound of someone banging metal poles together rouses me from my gas-induced slumber. The surface beneath me is cold, hard and rough. The air smells foul, like, rotting flesh and instantly the brutal flashbacks of burnt, decomposing bodies left out in the open on the streets of Earth come back to me like a bad hangover on a Monday morning. 

"Wake up, pretty little thing." 

An unfamiliar voice sings with amusement. 

I peel my eyes open, one at a time as I use both my hands to push myself up into a semi-upright position, twisting my torso, I look back at my captive. When our gazes meet and the corners of his mouth turn up into a wicked smile, I crawl to the far end of the room. My terror induced breathing matches the erratic pounding of my heart. This... THING, before me, is...

Ugly.

Freakish looking.

Fucking hideous with a capital 'H'. 

The alien fucker is built like a Kindred

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Jay
I'm glad to hear it and I hope you'll continue to follow the story. Thank you....:)
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dhamma
hmmm.. sooo intrigued!
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