Richard turned to leave, but Mia stepped in front of him, her expression hard, one hand on her waist and the other pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.“We’re not going anywhere,” she said, her voice low but firm. “Not until you explain what just happened to me.”Richard froze, trying to keep his face neutral. “What do you mean? They're all dead,” he replied, feigning innocence as he attempted to brush past her. “We were attacked, I handled it.”But Mia didn’t budge. “Yeah, they're dead, but how did we go from being attacked to becoming the attacker in the blink of an eye?” Her eyes were sharp, filled with both confusion and suspicion. “One second, a gun was fired, and the next... they were all dead. And I didn’t even see you move.”Richard’s jaw tightened. He could feel the weight of her gaze, the demand for answers hanging heavily in the air. He had always known this moment would come, that eventually, Mia would ask questions. He had just hoped it wouldn’t b

The leader stood tall on a makeshift platform in the center of the camp, his voice booming over the chaotic crowd. "My fellow brothers and sisters," he began, arms raised in dramatic proclamation. His eyes gleamed with malicious glee as he pointed toward Mia, who stood helpless, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth covered by a dirty rag. "It gladdens my heart to present to you a special meat, for a special occasion!"The crowd erupted in wild cheers, their faces twisted with hunger and madness. They looked like walking nightmares, skin hanging loose, teeth stained yellow and brown, their clothes little more than filthy rags. Their eyes burned with feral anticipation as they jeered and spat, their hands reaching out toward Mia as though they could already taste her flesh.The leader grinned wickedly, basking in their twisted adoration. "Prepare the fire!" he roared. "We are roasting this one!"A few of the men scrambled toward a crude pit in the middle of the camp, where they beg

“Richard?” she whispered, her voice low and tentative, as if afraid to break the stillness.He caught his breath, the surprise of her closeness sending a rush of adrenaline through him. “Mia,” he managed, struggling to shake off the drowsiness. “What are you doing?”“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, her gaze darting away momentarily. “I thought… maybe I could keep you company."Mia moved her hand slowly to Richard's private part, teasing it gently as he groaned in pleasure.With a sly smile on her smooth lips, she brought his dick out of his shorts and expertly wrapped her lips around it as though yearning for it.Richard moaned in pleasure as she sucked him passionately, he held her hair as she kept swirling her tongue around his dick.She paused, a string of saliva stretching between her lips and Richard's dick.She spat on his dick and then continued sucking it vertically. He tightened his grip on her hair as her pace increased, her head sliding downwards and upwards. His chest tig

He turned away from the rooftop, the cool night breeze stirring his hair. The battle ahead was going to be brutal, but he was ready. He had nothing left to lose, and if he was going down, he was going to make sure the aliens paid dearly for every inch they took from this world.With that thought, Richard headed back down, ready to face the chaos and destruction waiting for him.When Richard got back to the room, he paced restlessly, his mind racing with questions. He could feel the tension coiling inside him like a spring, each unanswered question tightening its grip."What are they up to?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Why did they take the president's daughter? What’s their endgame?"He glanced out the window, peering into the darkened streets below. The absence of alien patrols felt ominous, almost like a trap. His instincts screamed that something was off. "Why can’t I find any of their patrols? It doesn’t make sense.""Think, Richard," he urged him

The driver, visibly shaking, replied, "The aliens are competing among themselves to mate with the president's daughter."Richard's jaw tightened as he absorbed the driver’s words. “So, this isn’t just some alien game… they’re involving humans too? A twisted competition to see who gets to mate with the president’s daughter?” His voice was laced with disgust.The driver, trembling, nodded. “Yes, they want strong men, humans, who can fight. They’re giving humans a chance to enter the tournament, to fight for her.”Richard’s eyes burned with fury. “And what happens to the ones who lose?”The driver looked down, ashamed. “They die... or worse, they become part of the aliens' entertainment, used as playthings or food.”Richard’s fists clenched. "I’ve heard enough." He glanced at the freed prisoners. “You're all free to go.”He returned his gaze back to the driver, "You know where this Alien Amazon Arena is, yes?""Yes sir, I do, it's a two days journey from here if we leave now""Good, take