Between them, Prina was screaming, clawing at the unforgiving concrete beneath Emma's back as she tried to wriggle out of her father's grasp; but he held her tight, pushing her down so hard against Emma's chest that Emma found herself struggling to breath. With the corners of her vision going black and the whirling sound of blood rushing through her ears, she almost couldn't hear Anthony's words as he spoke to them.
"Neither one of you is leaving," he told them, and perhaps the most disturbing part of this was that there was a note of what sounded like genuine apology in his voice. "She killed Abigail, and the hive will die if it doesn't have a queen; you know that, Prina."
"Make her do it!" Prina screamed, her voice piercing and shrill right beside Emma's ear, but Emma was in no position to care. She was rapidly losing consciousness, finding herself by now unable to lift her head off the concrete or even focus her eyes on the two people slowly crushing her to death. "Let me go and make her do it, Anthony!"
"No," came the only response, and then Prina was being lifted away from her, pulled from Emma's body so fast that Emma didn't realize it had happened until after she had taken her first few involuntary gasps of air as Prina scrambled to her feet and threw herself at the door. While she struggled with the lock, apparently finding it no easier to move than Ethan or Emma or any of the other humans had when they had tried it, Anthony moved toward Emma's prone body, closing in on her while she barely noticed, caught up as she was in recovering from her brush with suffocation. But when he straddled her, one hand fisting into the fabric of her shirt while the other seized her hair, she couldn't ignore him anymore; she screamed, her hands doing absolutely nothing to deter him even as she put her entire weight into her efforts to shove him back, and in one firm, unstoppable movement, he wrenched her head back to expose her neck. Emma watched in paralyzed horror as his fangs--what had looked until now like two rows of almost humanoid incisors with particularly sharp points--started to elongate, descending from his gums just as she'd seen Prina and Abigail's descend earlier when they'd been killing her friends and trying to do the same to her, and Emma was positive that she had escaped suffocation only to die of exsanguination--or worse--a few moments later.
The scream died in her throat as his teeth sank into her neck right at the curve where it met her shoulder, and there was some small, absurd part of her that was instantly relieved that he hadn't torn her throat out in a single bite. But then his hands were moving down, letting go of her hair and his right grip on her rumpled shirt, and before she realized what he was about to do, she heard the fabric tear and felt the chilled air of the bunker blanket her newly exposed skin. He road the fabric away, discarded like a rag, and held her down with the weight of his hips as he for open the front of her bra.
It was only when he pulled back, mouth dripping crimson blood onto her face, that she realized it was already wet; she was crying, her fruitless struggles having given way to terrified trembling as he tore off her clothes one piece at a time. She knew what this was now--knew what it had to be--but what she couldn't begin to understand was why.
"The hive needs a queen," came Prina's voice, broken and defeated, from somewhere near the door, and Emma realized suddenly that she must have asked the question aloud. "I'm sorry I brought you here. I never imagined that..."
That Prina clearly considered this a fate worse than death was not a good sign.
Above her, Anthony just stared at her, Emma's blood drying in his mouth while his daughter continued. "You killed her--Abigail--and the hive has to replace her. I'm so sorry."
The shrieking noise began again in the distance, but it was so much clearer now than it was before. Whatever was making it--however many more of these creatures lurked in the depths below--was getting closer, but Emma's torment want going to wait for their arrival. Anthony was tearing through the last of her clothes, moving with hate while she struggled to deter him.
Queens [2/?]
"Neither one of you is leaving," he told them, and perhaps the most disturbing part of this was that there was a note of what sounded like genuine apology in his voice. "She killed Abigail, and the hive will die if it doesn't have a queen; you know that, Prina."
"Make her do it!" Prina screamed, her voice piercing and shrill right beside Emma's ear, but Emma was in no position to care. She was rapidly losing consciousness, finding herself by now unable to lift her head off the concrete or even focus her eyes on the two people slowly crushing her to death. "Let me go and make her do it, Anthony!"
"No," came the only response, and then Prina was being lifted away from her, pulled from Emma's body so fast that Emma didn't realize it had happened until after she had taken her first few involuntary gasps of air as Prina scrambled to her feet and threw herself at the door. While she struggled with the lock, apparently finding it no easier to move than Ethan or Emma or any of the other humans had when they had tried it, Anthony moved toward Emma's prone body, closing in on her while she barely noticed, caught up as she was in recovering from her brush with suffocation. But when he straddled her, one hand fisting into the fabric of her shirt while the other seized her hair, she couldn't ignore him anymore; she screamed, her hands doing absolutely nothing to deter him even as she put her entire weight into her efforts to shove him back, and in one firm, unstoppable movement, he wrenched her head back to expose her neck. Emma watched in paralyzed horror as his fangs--what had looked until now like two rows of almost humanoid incisors with particularly sharp points--started to elongate, descending from his gums just as she'd seen Prina and Abigail's descend earlier when they'd been killing her friends and trying to do the same to her, and Emma was positive that she had escaped suffocation only to die of exsanguination--or worse--a few moments later.
The scream died in her throat as his teeth sank into her neck right at the curve where it met her shoulder, and there was some small, absurd part of her that was instantly relieved that he hadn't torn her throat out in a single bite. But then his hands were moving down, letting go of her hair and his right grip on her rumpled shirt, and before she realized what he was about to do, she heard the fabric tear and felt the chilled air of the bunker blanket her newly exposed skin. He road the fabric away, discarded like a rag, and held her down with the weight of his hips as he for open the front of her bra.
It was only when he pulled back, mouth dripping crimson blood onto her face, that she realized it was already wet; she was crying, her fruitless struggles having given way to terrified trembling as he tore off her clothes one piece at a time. She knew what this was now--knew what it had to be--but what she couldn't begin to understand was why.
"The hive needs a queen," came Prina's voice, broken and defeated, from somewhere near the door, and Emma realized suddenly that she must have asked the question aloud. "I'm sorry I brought you here. I never imagined that..."
That Prina clearly considered this a fate worse than death was not a good sign.
Above her, Anthony just stared at her, Emma's blood drying in his mouth while his daughter continued. "You killed her--Abigail--and the hive has to replace her. I'm so sorry."
The shrieking noise began again in the distance, but it was so much clearer now than it was before. Whatever was making it--however many more of these creatures lurked in the depths below--was getting closer, but Emma's torment want going to wait for their arrival. Anthony was tearing through the last of her clothes, moving with hate while she struggled to deter him.