I’m a woman of power – a trophy.”
“And also pretty hot,” Ryan blurted out without thinking. XXX He couldn’t move an inch, but he didn’t have the will to do so anyway. They both flinched and banged their heads on the desk above them, cussing in pain. “M-maybe underground isn’t the best place to-” Ryan began to say, but the throng of panicking people flowed like a river down the stairs behind him, forcing him and Lydia deeper into the subway station. As he felt that strange ichor begin to cover his limbs and then tentacles engulf his head, he made sure that the last thing he saw was Lydia’s beautiful, drooling face, contorted in rapture. The policewoman fired the taser at the mound of tentacles and an electronic clicking sound emitted from it as the tips of the weapon made contact with the monsters. The waitress wasn’t really Ryan’s type, as her boobs were probably B-cup at best, and unlike Lydia’s long, flowing ponytail, her strawberry-blonde
