[Mature Themes, Strong Language, Sexual Themes, 16+] During the time that Bai Qingqing inhabited this world, she made quite a name for herself. She brought her knowledge of technology with her and blessed its people with advancements that would have taken millennia for the beastpeople to discover all on their own. As such, she became a hero, and then a goddess in her own right. Now, many hundreds of years later, another girl has been pulled into this world. Zion Ordaz is headstrong, valiant, and intelligent beyond her years - nearly the complete opposite of Bai Qingqing. What she may do is unknown, but what's clear is that she's about to shake this world to its very core... A Beauty and the Beasts fanfic, please thank the original author, White-Headed Dream, for posting their work in the first place, and if you haven't read it, go check it out! https://www.webnovel.com/book/beauty-and-the-beasts_16731346305020705
He hesitated, as did several others, and suddenly looked rather nervous. I imagine it was the same look that came over a person's face when encountering a wild snake: is it venomous or not? Still, the reaction was long enough that I could turn my attention to the jerk who ordered it.
"Just why the actual hell are you trying to undress me, you pervert?!" I snapped. Oh, you bet your sweet, chocolate-covered ass there was no way I was going to keep playing nice with this jerk.
He sighed as if that was the dumbest question I could ask as he tilted his head and sat forward.
"I need proof that you don't bear any mate-marks. Your outfit, while I assume it was supposed to be adorable, isn't exactly revealing any evidence in your favor." A cruel smile spread across his features as one of disgust spread across mine.
THIS fuckin' guy…
"Screw you! I'm not into that sadomasochist bullcrap! Marks?! I haven't had a date in years, anyway!" I spat back, but he remained unconvinced, and my distraction held out long enough for there suddenly to be three or so of his minions right on me.
I yelped as the first grabbed me. Fight or flight instincts kicked in and I felt the sudden spike of adrenaline. I cocked my fist…
…and slammed it into the perfectly straight jawline of one of the poor souls who got to me first. He yelped in surprise and stumbled back, out of my sight. The thump made me think he'd fallen.
"Don't you DARE touch me!!!" I raged, twisting in their grips, thrashing and fighting with all my frail, female might. Then I remembered they all had weak spots…and aimed a good hard kick to one set of dangly bits.
That male let out a high-pitched, squealing yelp and dropped right where he was. Now that he was knee-height, I shoved said knee right into his nose. Given the spray of blood, I probably broke it.
Fucking good. I didn't come here to put on a damn strip show. Not for these assholes. Not for ANYONE.
There came a slight panic among the men as they struggled with me. Maybe they weren't so used to fighting a female. At the same time, they seemed to be doing their best not to hurt me. Their grips were too loose and their postures too polite. This whole thing was wrong and everyone in the room knew it.
"Get her legs!"
"Watch out!"
They were shouting at each other in trying to manage me and it was somewhat satisfying. With no chance in hell of winning, I at least wanted to leave a few marks. My fingers found bare skin and I dug my nails in enough to elicit a yelp from whoever was holding me.
"Let go of me, you goddamn cowards!!!" I screamed, twisting in their grasps again. I found myself momentarily freed, before a muscular arm wrapped around my neck and I was slammed back against an equally hard frame. I turned my head into his bicep…and bit as hard as I could. With the taste that flooded my mouth, he either hadn't bathed in a hot minute or I drew some blood. He released me immediately and I found freedom once more. As I turned to run in any given direction, I slammed into another hard body and threw up my hands, preparing to fight this one off.
It was the Chief and he looked…even more amused than before. I hesitated…long enough for him to grab the front of my tattered blouse and haul me up onto my tippy toes.
"Oh how perfectly unoriginal…a female with fight in her," he sneered as I began to struggle in his grip. "Since you won't behave, we'll have to do this the easy way." I scoffed and glared up at him.
"This feels more like the hard way. I'm sure your men think so, too," I growled in response. His smirk widened and I got the sudden feeling of being face-to-face with a voraciously hungry monster.
"I meant easy for me." He held up his hand, flattened, with his thumb tucked in and set at an angle to his wrist. Was he going to judo-chop me?!
"You son of a-!" He brought his hand down and suddenly, all I saw was black.
That jerk knocked me out! That…that…
CHEATER!!!
If I could rage any harder while being knocked out, I would. But, you know how these things go. A switch gets flipped in your brain and suddenly, it's lights out.
I really had no intention of getting naked in front of anyone today…