Deciding to fake ignorance, Travis looked at them, confusion written clearly across his face.
"Which space are you talking about?" he asked slowly. "Because if it's the one in the sky, I don't know how you plan to enter it without rockets and some serious science help."
The woman's expression shifted instantly—from malicious amusement to pure disdain, before freezing into something cold and inhuman.
"You worthless son of a whore," she snarled. "Tell me where your space entrance is, or I'll suck you dry. Remember, in this world you're powerless—so now!!!"
Her mouth suddenly elongated.
Right before Travis's eyes, tentacles burst out, followed by terrifying mandibles—four of them—each sprouting extra pincers and claws as thick as tree trunks.
Travis's face went cold.
They revealed themselves too soon. It was as if they couldn't wait any longer.
And how was he supposed to escape when he was still caged in this damn room?
