Sensing her mood, Killer stood, his small paws gentle on her knee, and barked his frantic, angry bark that was too soft to intimidate anyone.
The alien slowly stood, each move deliberate with what she was sure was vicious intent. She eyed the steel grid and prepared to grab Killer and run if it looked like he could break through it. She should've brought the shovel.
He pinned her to the spot with his mean gaze, and every hair on her body stood upright. It was as if he became the demon she once thought him. If he got loose, she and Killer were dead.
"You find me disgusting," he said, barely above a whisper, but she heard him loud and clear.
She had no doubt he'd make Brother Josephatus' punishments look like child's play.