Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
The gray giant frowned at me and a look of comprehension came over his face.
“Ah—I think I see the source of your confusion. Please do not fear—I am not here to take you as my bride, little one. You are to be my pet.”
THREE
ELLI
“Your pet?” I stared at the enormous gray alien in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“I am in need of a pet from the most primitive planet in this galaxy,” he said patiently. “And you are the one I have chosen.”
“But…but you can’t just pick someone out and make them your pet!” I protested. “I mean, I’m a thinking person—not an animal!”
“The inhabitants of Korrigon Four are from a more evolved galaxy than our own,” Charnoth informed me. “They consider all other creatures other than themselves—both sentient and non-sentient—to be animals.”
“Well that’s pretty damn arrogant of them!” I exclaimed and glared up at the giant. “Look, I might not be from your galaxy or be able to talk with my mind or whatever, but that doesn’t make me an animal and I am not your pet!”
I don’t know where I got the nerve to speak to him like that—maybe it was another part of my fight or flight response asserting itself. But it made me really mad that some guy from another galaxy could just come over and pick me out, the same way my Great Aunt Maizy went to the Pomeranian breeder to get her next favorite dog! I’m a person—not some “pick of the human litter,” after all.
But in response to my angry speech, the gray giant only sighed and shook his head.
“I can see that owning a sentient pet will be more challenging than I anticipated.”
“We have included a handy digital pamphlet about the care and feeding of your new human,” Charnoth told him. “The females of the species can be troublesome at first but once you train her, it is my belief that you will become quite fond of your new pet, Overlord.”
“Yes, well…I don’t know about that.” The gray giant looked at me doubtfully. “It isn’t my wish to form any kind of affectionate bond with the Earthling—I simply needed a primitive creature from your galaxy to make a point.”
“Wait—so you’re not even buying me because you like me?” I demanded, incensed all over again. “What—did you just pick me out at random?”
“Not at all—I scanned and studied many hundreds of millions of Earthlings before I chose you,” the gray giant said loftily. “You were chosen because I believed you and I would be compatible. That is important, considering we will be sharing the confines of my ship.” He looked me up and down. “And also because I liked your configuration and lines. Your form is…most curvilinear.” He described an hourglass with his hands in the air and one side of his thin but sensual mouth curved up in a kind of smile. “I find that pleasing. I find you pleasing, little one,” he added.
I felt a cold chill go down my back.
“So you picked me because you like curvy girls? Look, I already told you, there’s no way your equipment is going to fit with mine—you’re too big! You’ll split me in half if you try to…to…” But here, words failed me.
The giant frowned again.
“You have mistaken my intent, little one. I am not buying you as a Sex Pet—though there is, regrettably, quite a large trade in those in my own galaxy. I only wanted a companion and, as I said earlier, there is a point I need to prove about your galaxy.”
“Well pick some other curvy girl to be your companion and prove your point!” I told him. “I’m not available!”
“Oh, but I am afraid you are. And I tire of this inane conversation—you are coming with me.” The gray giant crossed the room in a single stride, picked me up, and slung me over one broad shoulder.
I gasped and kicked—or tried to—but he was incredibly strong. I felt like I had been caught by a force of nature—might as well try to fight a tornado that had scooped you up! But still—I tried.
“Let me go! Let me go!” I shouted, pounding on his broad back.
“Farewell, Overlord!” Charnoth called, waving his many blue, clawed hands. “Enjoy your new acquisition and please do not forget to study the pamphlet about the care and feeding of your new human!”
The giant didn’t answer. He was too busy striding through the spaceship—oh my God, I was actually in a spaceship!—with me over his shoulder.
There were other worms in the next room, all staring at me with interest. I saw a lot of equipment that looked like it belonged in a science fiction movie. And I also saw my captor’s ass—which looked pretty spectacular in the tight, black trousers, I can tell you. Not that I was thinking that at the time.