form of temptation, an erotic display of seduction unable to be equally exemplified by even any of her favored adult sisters — the Hunters known as Hankerhawks — Lina had finally had her Wicked way with the man. After an intense fornication, an act that had in fact fulfilled her purpose, Lina had finished the man off in her brutal trademark style: castration by way of mastication.
It reeked horrendously of decaying flesh in Lina's bedroom; she had originally planned on severing the Body parts of the man and ditching the pieces into deep-space via the ship’s toilet shaft shortly after she had committed the sanctified act. But she had become too distracted. Lina buried her nose in her dress and proceeded to take shorter, shallower inhales as to limit the amount of potent stench entering her nostrils.
At Lina's feet was Amrita, purring louder than usual and rubbing its robot nose on her left shin. Still a tad frantic, Lina lightly kicked the android aside. "Not now, Rita," said Lina frustratingly, "this is no time for cuddling."
Beside the android was the soggy, gory pancreas of Fletcher Munsin that Lina had brutally extracted from the meek, maimed man, whereon revealed the curiously inscribed revelatory statement foretelling the impending catastrophe of planet Earth.
And it would seem that Lina had received this message just in time.
Amrita backed up a bit from Lina and then hopped up, almost as gracefully as a cat, onto the bed where the decaying Fletcher Munsin lay resting in torment. Overcome with an intoxicating feeling of despair, Lina dropped slowly to the floor, dragging her back alongside the door from which she still remained pressed up against. As her ass hit the ground, Lina somberly dropped her sore head to her hands that rested upon her propped knees.
The woman sobbed and tried to process through her cranial cavity everything that was happening. She noticed the radiance of her powerful dress flickering on and off. She ached all over, and the center of her forehead was throbbing in agony. She felt like she was becoming broken. And this was very unusual! she noticed to herself, as she had always been the most powerful and collected of the beings among her race.
Or so she had thought.
“There’s no way I’m the only one left on the planet” she thought to herself, becoming scared as she began considering the worst. She had no idea Fletcher Munsin and the power of Lachrylon could take away all she had spent generations creating; at least she didn’t think she did. Lina felt more than had; she felt intentionally mislead in the opposite direction.
