“But we need to move. I was there.”
Cratt turned his head away, his expression unreadable. She blinked once—twice—but the passage before her blurred, the walls seeming to bend and pulse as if alive. The vessel itself was massive, a gleaming titan of steel and obsidian, its halls dimly lit by harsh overhead lights that barely cut through the shadows of its industrial corridors. Her back arched and hips shifted involuntarily, opening up and angling perpendicular to her forearm. Her voice didn’t come. Cratt, on the other hand, was a quiet and calculating soldier, a master of stealth and sabotage. Her other arm unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants, revealing her meaty ass globes. Her eyes watered from agony and tears rolled down her cheeks. Sofia’s body convulsed.
