Page 64 of Conquered Pet
“He seems like a dude that enjoys a good blowjob. He’s always had a thing for a warm mouth.”
I could have vomited on the floor right there.
The humans I’d survived with all my life had never talked like this. Rape had never been a part of our lives. Their words were so raw and vicious, like they didn’t even consider that I was a person too, like I was nothing more than a body that they could use as they saw fit.
I swallowed heavily and continued. There was a flickering light to my right side and as I drew closer, I could see enough to tell that it was some sort of utility room off the tracks. I started to move more slowly, taking care that each of my steps were silent.
They continued talking about my body and I tried to ignore it, but it just made me feel sicker. I didn’t want to alert them to my presence as I crept along. I wasn’t certain where I was. There was nothing about this section of tunnels that gave me any indication of my location beneath the city. I didn’t know how far these tunnels went on for and where they’d taken me after they’d knocked me out.
“Man. How long do you think that jackass needs? Think he’s breaking the rules and using more than one hole? I want my damn turn.”
There was more ruckus from inside the room and I pressed my back against the wall. There was a scuffle and I slipped into a divot. It was big enough to hide my whole body in and the glow from the dim lights didn’t reach me. I turned my headas someone walked out of the room, but they went on in the direction I’d come from and didn’t look my way.
I breathed a sigh of relief until I realized that I hadn’t come very far, and I hadn’t had the forethought to hide Terrance’s body.
Fuck.
There wasn’t any time for me to run, so I stayed in place, hoping my hiding spot would work until they disappeared to search for me.
“Motherfucker! Get out here, boys! We have a big problem!”
I shrank further into the cutout once at least a dozen other men sprinted out of that room. They didn’t look back at me, and just followed the other man down into the shadows of the tunnel. I waited a moment before racing out in the opposite direction.
I made it all the way to an intersection before I ran into anyone else. I froze as soon as I realized there were people ahead, but at that point it was already too late. Their heads jerked toward mine. I could only imagine the vision that I gave off, a bloody, dirty mess of a woman.
I must have looked terrifying because they paused too. There were two of them.
They were both large men, although they were rather lanky. Talyn could probably take both with his eyes closed, but I wasn’t him. I knew that, but I wasn’t a weakling either. I had been a soldier in my own human resistance group. I knew how to shoot a gun, how to wield a knife, and how to use my smaller size to my advantage.
I dug my toes into the ground, readying myself for battle. The taller of the two opened his eyes in recognition and before hecould yell out to alert anyone else, I was already sprinting toward him. It soon became clear that he hadn’t been in any sort of fight before because when he tried to step out of the way and swing a fist, he missed completely.
I grasped his arm and used my momentum to push him aside. I swung my knife up, catching him across the neck in a practiced maneuver that had won me many sparring battles in the past. He didn’t stand a chance.
By the time I was able to rush toward the shorter guy, he’d already had time to yell to whoever was nearby. I screamed like a banshee, but he didn’t fall back.
He swept his arm out and grabbed mine, but I knew how to swing out of that. I twirled into him and ducked, using my speed to thrust most of my weight against his thumb and break his hold on me. He cried out and I used the opportunity to slam my palm into his nose with all the force that I could muster.
I felt it break beneath my hand. He shrieked and I whirled back around, catching him in a headlock with my blade snug against his throat.
He froze and the metallic scent of his blood surrounded us.
Off in the distance, the men who had gone off to investigate Terrance’s body ran toward us. I gripped my hostage more tightly and he gasped as I pressed the knife hard enough against his skin to just pierce his flesh.
It wouldn’t kill him, but it wouldn’t tickle either.
I waited with bated breath. My prisoner did too. By the time the large group of men skidded to a halt in front of me, I’d summoned every bit of courage that still reigned within me.
I could get through this. I just had to be smart.
The leader who had spoken to me earlier stepped forward. He looked nervous and I wondered who the man I held captive was to him.
“Raiza, let’s talk about this,” he offered. I cocked my head toward him, suspicious of his intentions.
“You will tell me your name,” I demanded, and his gaze slid from my knife back to me. I angled it so that he could see that I wasn’t afraid to hurt the man beneath my blade.
“My name is Ryan,” he said quickly. By the way his voice trembled, this man was important to him.
“Who is this?” I pushed, dipping my chin toward my prisoner.
