Zerg Achilles

Of course you understand, you understand what he means, and your rhetorical question is one of heightened fear and nervousness, not confusion.

Your opponent is looking at you, and he let you slowly shrink into a ball from the fallen one, and assume a defensive posture, you feel the beating of your heart in your chest, like a snare drum, you You can't quell it any more than you can contain your timidity.

You start to feel scared, it doesn't mean how relaxed you were just now, but you really realize that you will be captured, and the tragic past that your teacher told you will reappear in you one by one, with you The rest of my life is long imprisonment and torture, and a steady stream of dirty, ugly sex. Love.

You think it is easy to stay alive, and you think it is easy to wait until rescue, because you have never understood war, and you have never understood the meaning of being treated as an object.

You don't know how ruthless the robbers who were expelled from the alliance and can only wander in the interstellar world, no one has ever shown you the darkness that is worse than death.

You knew what was coming, many people told you, it just never occurred to you that you might be imprisoned, coerced.

Since you can remember, you have never had this word in your life. You have been planning your life with confidence, striving for what you like, thinking about the future, and vowing to spend a good night with the one you love.

You will bind him with contracts and promises, let him belong to you, you will touch him, kiss him on the wedding night, let him immerse himself in your rhythm, and love you equally physically and mentally.

You have a plan and a purpose, so even if your qualifications are not good, you still succeeded in getting the person you want with kindness and promise.

But now, you're stuck in a tiny storage room surrounded by a malevolent enemy who's pointing a gun at you to take off your clothes.

You are alone.

It is estimated that the fleet has already fallen. When the Star Pirates can log into the spaceship openly and receive the spoils, it proves that the rebels have been wiped out, and no one will come to rescue you.

You claim to be smart, but after all, it’s just a fantasy on paper. You overestimate yourself, mistrust others, and can’t understand such a simple thing, so you have tasted bad results.

"Do not."

You put your back against the wall and say something meaningless to assuage your fear, and of course if your tears weren't welling up in your eyes, your voice wasn't shaking so much, and your face wasn't so pale, it might look like Be calmer.

"You are beautiful."

Your enemy stretches out a hand to control you, and when you are too stiff to move, he closes to your face, his thumb digs into the soft flesh of your face, and wipes it back and forth.

"Your hair is like new shoots in spring."

He is teasing you, full of malice, you are suddenly full of unwillingness, you never want to fall to this point, you want to resist, you want to resist desperately.

But your reason is holding you tightly, you can no longer provoke him, you can no longer do futile things, you must wait, you must be patient, you must wait for an opportunity.

Even if you don't know what that timing is, how to escape from Ascension.

Your obedience made your enemy look softer, and he even turned his mouth up, but there was a signal in his eyes that made you even more frightened, and you felt that he wanted to eat you.

"your name?"

He is not entitled to know your name, only your lover needs to call your real name.

Your silence is defiant in a sense, your opponent is obviously not a patient man, he didn't wait for your answer, but put his gun aside, and while doing this he gave you a look , provocation, or deterrence.

Between waiting for you to undress yourself and him helping you, he chose the latter.

He approached you, rolling over like a heavy dark cloud, you felt his breath hit your face, your pupils began to dilate, and you began to tremble violently.

He touched your hand.

"No!"

You suddenly yelled, you began to struggle and resist desperately, you kicked him, kicked him, beat him hard with your hands, scratched him, you even wanted to bite his face, his neck with your teeth, you did a lot Move, and he only needs to gently strangle you by the throat, and all your resistance can be silenced.

He pushes you down.

You held your head up with difficulty to breathe.

You feel that he is tearing your clothes, your coat is ripped off, and your vest is torn. He pulls your pants open, holds your things through the underwear, and rubs them roughly.

You suddenly break down.

Your eyes are blurred with tears, your vision is hazy, the dark ceiling in the storage room, the air vents, all become large distorted blocks of color.

You feel sticky, you feel cold, your enemy takes off your panties and sucks your cock.

He was clearly an invader, but he lowered his head as if on a pilgrimage.

He decided that you could not pose a threat. You turned your head and saw the particle-like pistol that was knocked into the air. It was lying safely next to the box not far away. One and a half palms.

You can't reach it.

But hope surged in your heart in vain, and you moved towards it. The ridiculous thing is that your dick is still held in your mouth, and as soon as you move, you move with him.

You try your best to ignore the weirdness wrapped in your mouth, and don't think about who is under you. You manipulate your fingers, making them like a row of hooks, grabbing the ground and getting closer to your target.

You're going to blow his eyes out with it, and you think the eyeballs are soft enough that the bullets won't be weaker than that.

You're getting closer to it, but not quite there.

You hold your breath, slow down, your heart beats fast again, and you know you're almost there.

He changed the trick and started licking your belly button, you couldn't help shaking, but your fingers reached the gun.

"Zakbai!"

You hear footsteps, shouts, but you don't care, you just reach for the gun and it gets kicked away.

A black combat boot falls into your eye, and you smell dust, blood, and leather.

The person pressing you was also kicked away, and you heard the thud of flesh hitting the wall, it seems that he was kicked more than once.

But you can't see, you are covered by the big coat, you are temporarily unable to move after the extreme tension, and you start to pull your pants slowly, trying to put them on.

"I found it, he is mine!"

You hear the angry growl of your enemy, blood rushing to his throat, his voice dull and indifferent.

Someone stands behind you, grabs your arm, lifts you up, wraps you in a coat, pats your butt and responds coldly to your enemy: "Your? Zakbai, your life is still mine Save me, then I can fuck whatever I want. Do you?"

The author has something to say:

ah!Let yourself go!

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