Xaden

The dovrikxing tractor beam lowered to my chest, arms, and legs. I slid my chin back and forth to rid the soreness of straining against being locked in place and trying to curse these monsters.

"Shame that we have to do this," Sofria said in a sultry voice. "If only you'd given us what we want, then you wouldn't be punished." She trailed a hand down my chest.

"Get the dovrikx away from me," I snarled.

She clicked her tongue, her lips ...