Commander Alexandria Frazier headed up NASA's first deep-space mission to search for other habitable planets in distant galaxies. Where only two years have passed by for the crew of the Methuselah, fifteen hundred years have ticked by on Earth. Alex and her crew were prepared for that eventuality. What they weren't prepared for was a nuclear war and the resulting catastrophic meteor shower that sent them hurling into Earth's very distant, eerie future.
Welcome to earth in the year 100,000,007 A.D.
Prepare to scream.
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July 24, 2008
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Excerpt from Breeding Ground by Jaid Black
She shivered from where she lay curled up in a ball on the red earthen floor, her arms wrapped around her up drawn knees, her eyes unblinking. She was cold, hungry, and broken--at last broken.
Just as he had planned. Just as he had always wanted.
He kept her in a cage, naked and half-starving, like a neglected animal in a zoo. Every day her will to resist him grew weaker and weaker. Every day the hunger gnawed at her belly until the pangs felt like sharp talons clawing at her gut.
She was weak. So fucking weak. She needed nourishment--food and water. Oh God, how she fantasized about water trickling down her dry, parched throat...
She would never be given water unless she did what he wanted.
No, she thought in horror. How can I let that...that...thing touch me? How can I--
"I would have your answer," he purred.
She closed her eyes against the sound of his voice. She was so frail that not even her hearing worked as acutely as it once did, for she hadn't realized until he'd spoken that he'd approached the cage. She could feel his devil's-eyes on her, though, just like always. Coiled up in a ball with her back to him, she still knew the precise moment when his eerie golden gaze flicked to her buttocks...and then onward to the folds of flesh visible between her legs.
That flesh was what he wanted. That and a whole lot more. He wanted things from her that were so sick and frightening they didn't bear dwelling on.
"Answer me," he hissed, "or I leave you here for another night."
By the morning she would be dead. And escape would be a moot point. Her body was so damn weak...
"Yes," she whispered. She closed her eyes tighter, feeling ill. "I've just consented to being the devil's whore."
His depraved laughter echoed throughout the underground cavern, reverberated against the impenetrable bars of the cage. "Much lower than a whore," he murmured. "At least a whore is permitted to live through it."
She wanted to vomit, could feel bile churning in her belly.
"Look at me!" he shouted, his voice angry. "You will look at me!"
Oh no--oh please no.
She drew her knees up impossibly closer against her breasts. She didn't want to look at him. Anything but that. Sweet God above, anything but--
"Look at me!" he bellowed.
And then he was in the cage, his hideous claws jerking her up from the ground, forcing her to her feet. She wanted to fight him, but she could barely speak or stand, let alone rage against him.
"Look at me!" he demanded, shaking her. "Open your eyes!"
No! No! No! Oh God, please don't make me look at him!
She'd never been more frightened. Her heart was thumping like a rock against her chest, her breathing sporadic and growing more labored by the second. She was afraid to know what he looked like for she'd seen his kind before. Hideous. Freakish.
"I said look at me!"
Her nostrils flared in challenge as her eyes flew open. Her gaze clashed with serpentine gold-slitted eyes.
"Nooooo!" she screamed. "Nooooo!"
Alex gasped as she bolted upright in bed, her breathing heavy, the sheets soaked with her perspiration. Her eyes darted frantically about as they adjusted to her surroundings--and to the fact that she had been asleep.
"Just a dream," she breathed out, her eyes wide. "Just a nightmare."
Exhausted, she fell back onto the bed, expelling a breath of air as she did so. Three times in six months she'd entertained bizarre nightmares, though this one had been far more detailed than the others before it.
She had almost gotten to see what it looked like.
"What does it matter?" she murmured to the four walls. She sighed, closing her eyes. "It was only a dream."