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Sneak Peek: My Alien Thresher, Nial

Black Girls Off World

He uses me as his torment, his repentance, and it drives me insane.

I don't want to be that for him.

Sometimes, though, it isn't torment. Sometimes he thinks of me, and his mind fills with the sweetest pleasure, a pleasure that makes me gasp and tremble with the aftershocks of it.

But, often, his thoughts are dark, like they are when I lean back and close my eyes.

The link is strange, vapid, yet clear. I feel him as if we share the same body. Then, at times, it’s as if looking through a shroud, all shadows.

However, what I feel now when I sync with his thoughts is not vapid. It’s not vague or unclear.

He’s looking at his blade, and he’s looking at it like I used to look at a pint of choco-fudge-brownie when I was in a slump back on Earth, like it was the answer to all of my problems.

The air rushes from my lungs, and I cut the link and stand, dashing to the place where my private pod sits and climbing in.

My feet are bare, but I don't take the time to put on my shoes. I fit myself into the single person space and give the command.

“Take me to Nial.”

 

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