Chapter 256: A House of Blood.
My eyes slowed everything down, the way they always did on the plain when something lethal was about to happen and my body understood it before my mind caught up.
The robots. The guards shifting their weight. The handshake still locked at the center of the room.
Then Mrs. Rivers blinked toward Bagins. A final, deliberate signal. The last peaceful thing that would happen in that room.
I saw it all in perfect, crystalline detail from the sofa: her eyelid rising again after the blink, the movement completing.
And her head burst.
Blood exploded across the floor and up the sofa she had been sitting on moments earlier. It splattered across the cushions, the arms, and the photographs of her own naked body lining the wall behind her in a gruesome red arc.
What have you done?
My mouth fell open. My hands planted hard into the cushions as I pushed myself up.
Melissa released the headless corpse’s hand. The body collapsed with a heavy, wet thud, limbs splayed obscenely. She turned her gaze to the nearest guard, eyes cold.
They were already moving.
She burst his head the same way. Skull fragments and gore flew. The robot was on her instantly—leaping over the chair and slamming her naked body to the floor with crushing force, its metal frame pinning her breasts and stomach.
The rest of the guards surged in, bare breasts bouncing, cocks and hips moving with aggressive intent. No negotiation. No door. Only kill or be killed.
The robot’s metal fist crashed into Melissa’s jaw. The sound was sickening—metal on reinforced bone, nothing human left in it.
"KILL THEM!" Bagins screamed from across the room. "Nobody leaves this house alive!"
[Charge ready.]
A boy reached me first. My fist connected with his jaw and the charge surged through him, launching his body backward into the guard behind him. They crashed down together in a tangle of limbs.
The robot had Melissa pinned by the stomach, her legs kicking uselessly beneath its crushing weight. Its arm drew back for another devastating strike at her face.
"Don’t—"
I released the charge toward it, but never saw if it landed.
Something massive slammed into me like a freight train.
I flew upward. My face smashed into the ceiling hard enough to crack the plaster, then I plummeted back down. My chest, stomach, ribs, and face slammed into the floor with brutal force.
"Damn." I forced my eyes to focus.
Melissa was free of the robot, back on her feet, fighting three female guards at once in a whirlwind of bare skin and violence.
A powerful hand closed around my throat before I could push myself up.
[Electrical body initiating.]
Bagins. Far stronger than any professor had a right to be. He hurled me into the air again. I was still trying to process what I was seeing when it happened.
A girl across the room grabbed her own breast with both hands and thrust it forward. The flesh expanded rapidly mid-flight, swelling into a massive, heavy projectile that crossed the room in a blink and slammed into me with devastating force.
That was the freight train. I hit the wall hard.
"Kill the bitch," Bagins roared, stalking toward Melissa and the guards still swarming her, his erection bobbing with each step.
The girl started walking toward me, eyes locked on, her breasts still slowly shrinking back to normal size.
So this is how it ends, I thought, struggling to get my hands under me, watching Bagins land another heavy punch on Melissa across the room. Her body jolted with the impact, breasts bouncing violently.
The girl stood over me, legs spread wide, taking her time. Sweat glistened on her bare skin, tracing lines down her stomach and thighs.
"Please," I managed, voice raw.
Her right hand grabbed her breast, pulling it back like drawing a bowstring. The flesh stretched and swelled.
It shot forward and slammed square into my stomach.
"GAAAH-K."
The sound that tore out of me wasn’t a word. My ribs and organs felt like they rearranged themselves inside me. All the air exploded out of my lungs in one violent rush, leaving me hollow.
The massive breast retracted. She drew back for another shot.
I slapped my palm flat against the floor and released a surge of charge upward through the boards. It caught her legs and hurled her sideways into the sofa in a tangle of limbs.
I crawled forward, gasping. She was already pushing herself up, breasts swaying as she rose. Across the room, Melissa had been driven back against the far wall, disappearing behind Bagins and two guards.
[Get up. Find your exit before more arrive.]
[Everyone outside is naked. You’ll camouflage instantly.]
What about Melissa?
[She isn’t a source. She’s a mark. Her death is functionally equivalent to marking her.]
Fuck off.
I forced my feet under me. The breast girl was up too, resetting her stance, chest heaving.
[Electrical charge ready.]
[Attack mode.]
She released. I dropped my head at the last second. The fleshy projectile whistled past my ear and smashed into the wall behind me, hard enough to knock framed photographs to the floor.
I caught it before it could retract.
Charge poured through the connection. She convulsed violently, both hands clutching her chest, mouth open in a silent scream as she collapsed.
Bagins had Melissa pinned against the wall now, working her over methodically. The two remaining guards held her arms spread wide, her breasts exposed and bruised, while the robots waited behind them like silent executioners.
I released everything I had into the robots.
They burst apart in a violent explosion of metal and energy.
The blast lifted everyone off their feet, hurling naked bodies in every direction and ripping a chunk out of the nearby wall.
I hit the ground hard and lay there for a second, ears ringing, head spinning.
Melissa was free, leaning heavily against the wall near the doorway. Blood streaked her face and chest. She was breathing hard, breasts rising and falling rapidly.
Then the doorway filled.
More guards—drawn by the explosion—poured into the room, spreading out along the walls. Twenty of them. Maybe more. A sea of naked, furious bodies ready to end this.
Damn.