Chapter 11

“Yes, but you wouldn’t be struggling anymore.” Ryan laughed. “And I love a fighting-and-yet-to-be-broken victim.” His voice sounded cold and mean. “It’s what my body wants. It can’t stand it anymore. Oh, Jonah.”

Jonah felt an almost intimate caress at the small of his back and he shuddered.

“You’re such a precious jewel. I pity the others who only got to turn a less than attractive prey. With you at least I get to savor some beauty.”

Not that Jonah heard any of that. His ears were buzzing with his own muffled cries and pleas. He tensed and stiffened, and kept praying…

Jonah was too far outside of himself. He didn’t see, smell, or feel anything. He didn’t hear how the door shattered, either, and someone charged into the room.

Jonah didn’t hear how Ryan or the alien shrieked with all its might as it was hit by pepper spray.

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“Mr. Wilder, Mrs. Wilder, why don’t you just take care of the remains of Jonah’s attacker?”