“You are not her queen. XXX “She is mine,” Anthony replied and Sunshine pressed tighter into his neck still quivering in fear. The teen in his arms gradually relaxed and was lulled into sleep the rocking sway of his stride, but the knife remained clutched in her hand even as she dreamed of a fiery eyed savior. About five feet from the shore was a boulder half submerged in the water. “We come in peace,” Anthony said not moving. As soon as he realized this, his hearing kicked back on and he could understand again and he caught the last part of the man’s question. He jerked back from the man’s touch and stared blankly at the man’s moving lips until it sank in that the man was speaking to him. With a grunt he grabbed her hips and slammed her down and held her there his tip pressed firmly against her cervix.
