Alana
3. Indian sex “Whisper!!” I bark. I sit up and look around. I open my eyes to see a woman standing right in front of me. “You are a Zozian,” she explains. “The way you respond to situations emotionally has changed; you are no longer the teenager you once were,” she informs. As I open my mouth, the bottoms of my teeth are covered in green slime. I look ahead to see there is no end to this cave I am in. “What’s your name?” I ask her. I open my eyes to see a woman standing right in front of me. You killed me!” I yell while I cry. Why is she yelling so loud? I refuse to help my killer. “You have heightened senses.”
I hold my hands over my ears. I stand up and take my pants off.
