Amy could barely raise her voice, and she couldn’t see where Azad was. She gasped and sobbed while listening to Azad cry out to her. Amy wanted to move her body when she could feel the Death Row Infantry-man pressing his knee into her back. Her body shivered from feeling the Infantry-man’s hand grabbing her butt and rubbing up and down the back of her thigh.
The Infantry-man enjoyed himself exponentially. He was on top of Amy and he pinned her arms against her back with his knee grinding into her spine. The soldier’s large, sweaty hand tried to creep its way up between her inner thighs.
Now was not a good time to have temporary paralysis. Amy couldn’t move her body, so her mind tried to go to another place. She thought about something pleasant, like her husband. She tried to imagine that it was her husband sliding his hand up between her legs toward her vagina and not a Death Row soldier.
Amy could see the other Infantry-men standing over her and laughing at
When the creature squawked and clicked at Olivia, she felt the creature knew her plan to escape, and it didn’t like it. Olivia swallowed her tongue while forcing herself to move her hand toward the lever again. Her heart still pounded in her throat. Olivia felt like her heart was going to pop out of her chest. She thought the Boneseeker Man could hear her pounding heart and was probably annoyed by it. Thoughts in her head told her to be perfectly still, while conflicting thoughts told her to make a move or die. Lukas stared straight ahead at the Boneseeker Man. The child remembered his mother telling him about the Devil and how he was a hideous monster that feasted on souls. Lukas thought he was seeing the Devil for the first time. The Boneseeker Man’s eight legs looked like giant spiked tentacles. Olivia’s mind went blank when she watched the Boneseeker Man wrap its massive slimy claws around the steel bars on the leveler’s door. Olivi
Amy immediately laid the machine gun down on the wet pavement. She felt miserable and powerless again while staring into the eyes of the hitman. “You broke my nose,” Paul chuckled while pointing up at his face and walking closer toward Amy. “No one has ever broken my nose. You have my respect.” Paul gave Amy his signature devilish grin. It was the same grin he gave her in the hospital room after she witnessed him cut her father’s throat before she passed out. Amy swallowed a few times while trying not to break eye contact with Paul. “P-please don’t harm my son. Don’t hurt my baby,” Amy stuttered. She had a mental lapse and saw Omar in the hitman’s arms. Amy closed her eyes after the brief hallucination clouded her thinking. “Are you okay, Mommy?” Omar’s sweet voice kissed Amy, but she knew it wasn’t real. “Yes, baby. Mommy’s fine,” Amy answered softly before realizing her son’s voice was a hallucinatory manifestation. A few tear
Carlos Garcia worked for Princess Death Row for four years, and he loved to kill. He didn’t know that he was going to be killed himself. He didn’t follow his boss’s orders, which meant trouble for him. Carlos had been given orders to abduct a woman’s child but was told not to kill or injure the child’s mother. Carlos and his partner were told not to injure a young woman named Amy Cho. He didn’t know that he was in trouble for shooting into Amy’s car. He didn’t know that Princess Death Row wanted him dead for not obeying her demands. Carlos was oblivious to the trouble he was in. At the moment, he was in complete euphoria. He had a good time with a female coworker who was also his girlfriend. The Death Row Infantry-man knew it would jeopardize his job to have sex with his lady friend while in the back of a company vehicle, but Carlos didn’t care. He pumped and humped between his girlfriend’s legs while listening to the voice of rap star Pitbull, whose v
“Oh, I’m so sorry, darling. I dislocated your wrist by accident,” Paul laughed after seizing hold of Amy’s hand and disjointing her wrist. The hitman found it funny while listening to Amy scream out in pain. She struggled to free her wrist from Paul’s grasp. “I’m so sorry, here let me fix your wrist.” Paul took Amy’s wrist and snapped it. After readjusting her wrist joint, the hitman raised his foot and kicked Amy in her chest, knocking her body into the front fender of a parked car. Amy’s eyes watered from the pain. She released a gasping moan as she struggled to get up from the ground. Amy stood up to see Paul making his way toward her. She swung her fist at Paul, but the hitman caught her by the arm. He struck Amy across her face with the back of his hand before twisting her arm behind her back and dislocating her shoulder. A blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the underground parking garage. Amy tried to fight back, but she couldn’t.
Carlos grunted while sitting up a little. “I don’t hear anything,” the soldier mumbled. Amber kept wondering if she was losing her mind. She pinned her shoulder-length, wavy golden-brown hair back behind her ears while still trying to listen for something. After a minute passed, Amber laid her head back down on Carlos’ chest, hoping that the noise she heard was the sound of the manufactured wind. Amber and Carlos were living inside a constructed earth-like bio-dome inside a starship. The manufactured wind gave the bio-dome a realistic Earth feel, along with an artificially created sky and trees. “Maybe it’s the wind you’re hearing,” Carlos said to Amber while putting out his cigarette. The former gang banger kissed his girlfriend on her forehead while thinking about when he and Amber could have sex again without getting caught. “Hey, babe, what do you think about us getting married?” Amber knew she was taking a chance by asking her boyf
“I didn’t want this to happen!” Christina began crying while holding Amy’s hand. “My name is Christina Bassinger, and I used to be a mother and a wife like you. I was happy until Paul took over! He took my husband and my daughter from me! When he first entered my body, I thought it was demon possession. Each time he would enter my body, his presence would become stronger to a point that I couldn’t control him.” Christina spoke past her tears while clutching Amy’s hand between her palms. Christina wanted to maintain her control over Paul’s body, but she knew the hitman would eventually take back the wheel. Amy didn’t know what to say. She stood motionless while caressing Christina’s hand. It felt like she was interacting with the spirit of a dead woman who had possessed a man’s body. If Amy could step outside of herself, she would see herself holding the hand of a muscular hitman in a suit. Amy felt like something had possessed her. She tried to interact with Christin
It was hard for Bryan not to look at Irena’s busty cleavage, which complimented the strapless feature on her glittery black dress. Even with the bottom part of her face covered by a mask, Bryan knew Irena was a beautiful woman, but her bald head gave her a lethal sultriness. Bryan was still struggling not to look at Irena, because even though he wasn’t looking at her breasts, he stared at her gorgeous legs and hips that showed beneath her sexy, tight-fitting dress. “You don’t want to talk to me?” Irena said while trying to walk up on Bryan. The crime boss reached up to touch Bryan’s hand, but Bryan wasn’t having it. “I know you remember me, and I know you’re mad at me after what I did to you that night,” Irena whispered to Bryan, invading his space. Irena thought it was cute how Bryan would back away from her every time she would take a step toward him. She thought it was even cuter when Bryan opened his mouth to give her a piece of his mind.
Ricky’s cracking voice sounded borderline masculine as he called out to his friend with urgency, banging his fist on the back door of the truck. Ricky was sixteen years old, and he was the youngest Death Row Infantry-man who worked for the Death Row Corp. Carlos opened the armored truck’s automatic rear door to reveal a slender, pale-skinned Asian kid with a white mohawk and a black eye patch over his left eye. Ricky was an energetic young man, and he looked a little androgynous, which was why he struggled to grow a mustache beneath his developing nose. “Hey Ricky, what’s the matter, sweet pea?” Amber said, giving Ricky an affectionate smile. Amber always liked Ricky and sometimes she would imagine Ricky as being her son, even though she wasn’t quite old enough to be his mother. “I was walking past the safe room on the North Wing and I overheard them talking about a State of Execution Demand on Carlos,” Ricky told Amber, trying to catch his breath. The young
Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit. “I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment. Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it. “I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Ch
The gunman awoke from his trance when the hospital room’s door opened. His dead eyes brightened when he saw Amy step into the room, with Agent Jane and Agent Vernon behind her. “I knew you’d win the game! My God, you’re so beautiful! I wish I could make you my wife!” The gunman spoke to Amy with a twisted zeal in his deep voice. His lustful eyes scanned the pregnant mother’s body from head to toe. Amy didn’t speak to the gunman. She stood at a safe distance from him while protectively keeping her hands over her belly. When Amy walked into the room, her inner voice told her it was a bad idea. The ignited flame grew brighter when Amy looked around and saw Agent Drake and Agent James. She placed her hand over her mouth after walking up to Agent James and seeing the damage to his face. “I know it looks bad, but I’ll be fine.” Agent James told Amy. He watched as she gazed up at him with a burning concern in her eyes. Amy bit her bottom lip a
Amy approached Jamal and his mom. Rashonda was sitting on the hospital bed, holding her three-year-old son in her lap. The young woman slowly lifted her watery eyes to see Amy standing in front of her. “Hi, I’m that pregnant lady who everybody keeps telling you about,” Amy told Rashonda through a suppressed giggle. She stood still in front of Rashonda, wanting to embrace the mother. Amy watched as Rashonda’s eyes brightened and she almost fell over when Rashonda leaped up from the bed and hugged her. “Thank you,” Rashonda whispered to Amy through her tears. She wanted to hug Amy tighter, but she couldn’t do that with her son in her arms. “He’s beautiful,” Amy said, resting her gaze on Jamal, who was looking back up at her through his angelic, curious eyes. “Hi, beautiful.” Amy cooed at the little boy when he smiled up at her. “Hi.” Jamal waved his little hand at Amy with his other hand stuck in his mouth. “I saw you earl
FBI Agent Hernandez tried to wake Amy when he heard loud beeping emitting from the virtual reality goggles on her face. The agent jumped back, and he almost fell on his butt when Amy leaped forward suddenly. The young man tried to calm Amy down when she swung her fists at him and started screaming. Agent Hernandez grabbed Amy, keeping her in a tight embrace with one arm while ripping off her VR goggles. Agent Hernandez wasn’t the only one inside the hospital room. There were four nurses inside the room, surrounding Amy. Amy struck one nurse in her face when she tried to grab her. She stood inside a laser square that was right next to her hospital bed. The red laser square was a proximity indicator for the video game, and no one could step inside the proximity indicator while Amy played the game. Amy wore a flesh-colored ventilated haptic feedback suit beneath her low-cut denim dress. The skin-tight suit didn’t feel uncomfortable beneath Amy’s d
Amy felt confident that she and Omar would make it out of the armored truck alive. There was a quiet moment inside the armored truck. Amy smiled when Omar kissed her on the tip of her chin. She kissed her child back on his nose and she wanted to keep gazing down into Omar’s eyes, but she had to keep her eyes on the road. She activated the armored truck’s horn when she saw another car getting ready to pull in front of her. Luckily, the motorist heard the truck’s horn, and they stayed in their lane. “Hey mama, are we gonna make it out of the truck in time before the bomb detonates?” Omar asked with a slight essence of worry in his voice. “I think everything is going to be okay. I know this sounds crazy, but your mommy feels exhilarated. She’s gonna protect you, even if the bomb detonates while we’re still in here.” Amy spoke to her son with a strong faith in her words. She knew protecting her child from an explosion would be impossible. But Amy b
2Pac kissed Amy all over her neck and down her chest. He had his hands massaging her hips and her slender waist. Amy didn’t know that the reason the cyborg showed an attraction toward her is that she looked identical to his master, Irena. Irena programmed 2Pac to show affection toward his creator. In 2Pac’s mind, since Amy looked like Irena, his cyber neuro inputs told him he was making love to his master. Amy became thunderstruck when 2pac slid his chrome silver lips down near her cleavage. She was lost, but she continued to play along with 2Pac and she stroked her fingers across the mechanical man’s smooth, metallic bald head. Amy feared 2Pac would undress her in front of her child. She had to stop him. While caressing 2Pac’s head, Amy looked over at her son, who sat on the floor with confusion in his little bright eyes. Omar was scared for his mom. He wanted to help her. The little boy was smart and he could see what 2Pac was doing to his mo
Amy stopped shooting up at 2Pac when she could see that her bullets were useless. It diminished her hope to see bullets ricocheting off of 2Pac’s neck and chest. Frustrated, Amy leaped from the floor, using the handle of her gun to strike 2Pac in the face. She struck the metal man a few times in his forehead and jaw, not even making a dent in his hyper-alloy skin. Instead of knocking 2Pac off his feet, 2Pac grabbed Amy by her throat, knocking her to the ground instead. Amy had to deal with the fact that she wasn’t fighting a man who was human. Punching and kicking on 2Pac felt like hitting on an army tank with arms and legs. Amy had to fight past the throbbing sensation in her hands and feet. She had to fight past the pain that 2Pac was delivering to her body. She screamed when 2Pac kneeled over her, wrapping his large, dead cold, gunmetal fingers around her throat. Amy listened as her little boy shouted at 2Pac. She couldn’t break free from 2Pac, who was pin
Amy brought her Camaro to a drive-by crawl in mid-air. She brought the muscle car’s thrusters closer to the highway to see if she could get near the armored truck’s rooftop. Amy’s next move was gutsy. “Okay Babe, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna jump on the roof of the truck, and I need you to keep the car steady for me. You think you can do that?” Amy asked her husband while unfastening her seatbelt. Bryan nodded with a question mark on his face. “You’re gonna jump down on the truck while it’s moving?” Bryan wanted to make sure he understood what his wife was intending to do. When the realization dawned on him, he almost objected to his wife jumping out of the car, but he gained control of his anxiety. Bryan watched as his wife brought the Camaro down close to the armored truck’s roof. “I know what I’m about to do is dangerous, but I have to do this. It’s the only way I can save our baby,” Amy told her husband while rubbing her sweaty palms across her lap
The gunman’s hands were shackled behind his back. He sat with his back arched in a hardwood chair. There were shackles on the gunman’s legs and he loved moving his feet around and rattling the leg shackles, which annoyed Agent James. “Hey knock it off, big guy! Be still!” Agent James scolded the gunman with a visceral disgust in his eyes. Agent James still had a throbbing in his head, and other parts of his body ached from the fight he had with the gunman. The veteran FBI agent had to hold an ice pack against his swollen cheek where the gunman punched him. Agent James also had a bandage over his nose, making it hard for him to breathe. Agent Martinez held her gun in her lap while sitting in a chair near the room’s door. The woman wished she were at home with her husband and her sons. She didn’t want to look at the gunman after what he did. Agent Martinez wanted to get as far away from the terrorist as possible. The hairs on her neck stiffened when she looked up to se