"I said too soon," I emphasize again, and get to my feet. The hut no longer feels comfortingly small but too small and stifling. I pick up the trashed remnants of my tunic and wrap it around my front, then head for the entrance to the hut and peek out. The other three alien men immediately turn at the sound of the door covering rustling, open curiosity on their faces. I shrink back inside, letting the hanging hide me again, and press my back against the cool stonework of the hut's walls. What, are they watching because they want their turn? Do they think this is a gang-bang situation? It's not
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