WARNING: This chapter is potentially triggering, but doesn't violate Wattpad's Content Guidelines. Please read with caution.

No nonconsensual sex occurs, and no sexual abuse is glorified. If you are a victim of sexual abuse, text CONVO to 741741 in the US for free, confidential, 24/7, support. Learn more at Netflix's wannatalkaboutit.com

"Sorry. I'm sorry." I blurted those words so quickly that I didn't realize I said them in English. I shake my head quickly and repeat, "I'm sorry," in Zolano.

Get off him!

I push off his chest with my hands right as he sits up, making me plop down and straddle his lap. I can feel his sex pressing against mine; the muscular manifestation of his power.

I scramble off him and thud against a wall of the hole. A trickle of dirt falls atop my head, and I blink rapidly to clear my lashes.

The General stands up to his six or seven feet of height. I don't know how tall he is. All I know is that he's taller and deadlier than I will ever be.

"They are building an outhouse here," he says and studies the hole we're in. The hole is about twelve feet deep and six feet wide. If I were alone, I'd be stuck down here. With the strength in his thighs and hands, however, the General can easily climb out.

Of course, I'm not suggesting he gets to work. I'm not saying a damn peep, because I like having my head on my shoulders.

I stay seated and avoid eye contact to look as small and dismissive as possible. I've been trying hard to avoid this beast's attention, but of course I landed here with him.

"I gave you a command, Joan."

I throw my head back and stare into his eyes, because I know exactly what command he's talking about. Soon, he's going to have to command me to stay alive, because those blue eyes of his are going to kill me.

He steps closer. One, two, steps. I try to escape him by pressing so hard against the wall of the cave that a rock digs into my skull.

The General falls to his knees before me, and I instantly shuffle to grab his elbows.

"You can't do that. Please, stand up."

He can't kneel before me. Kneeling is for people in lower status than his. I don't want any more special treatment from this male. Everyone knows he has his eye on me, but if they saw their great General kneeling for me, then I would truly be ruined.

Now that I'm standing, his head reaches my chest. I squeeze his elbows and heave as I try to pull him up. His bones are hard and thick like the rest of him. He's hot under my touch; his temperature countering the cool of his eyes.

Wait a fucking minute. I'm not supposed to know how hot he burns or how solid he's built. I'm not allowed to touch a Master!

I release him like he burnt me. "I forgot the rules. Please forgive me. Shit, I—" I slap a hand over my mouth to stop the string of curses.

"Those rules..." he begins, and I imagine him killing me in three different scenarios. He's within his rights to kill me. I've disrespected him one too many times, and the Zolano people value obedience over everything.

"Are to keep lesser men in check."

What does that mean? That he doesn't mind when I make eye contact or touch him? Well, that's nice, but I still prefer to have a planet between us.

"You fear me."

Geez, what gave it away? My trembling, fleeting, or that every third word I say is an apology?

"You are a decorated warrior. You are intimidating," I admit while throwing a compliment in there.

The General stands up slowly, the inch between our chests representing how close I am to passing out. I keep my eyes on his nose to give the illusion that I'm looking into his eyes.

"The Entertainers would have me any time."

Two fingers touch my chin to tip my head back. He saw through my little trick.

"Why won't you? Why do you say no?"

That is it, then. I'm different from the Entertainers and he's trying to figure out why. I don't think he'll ever let me go until I become just like the Entertainers and trip over myself to sleep with him.

I can't live like this anymore. I can't have him looking me in the eye or following me around. Having his attention will bring me trouble, and I've had enough trouble to last me a lifetime. I need The General's interest to move to another female so I can keep living silently. The only way to drive him away is by satisfying his curiosity.

No matter how much he scares me or how much I don't want to have sex with him, I'll have to do it. It shouldn't be too bad. I've done worse to survive.

"What— what if I do now?"

My hand moves to his chest. A small offering.

It takes everything in me to keep it from trembling. I tell myself that this is good. There's privacy in this spot, and after the deed is done, he'll be bored of me and will never look back.

Two huge hands grip my hips and lift me. The General brings his nose to my neck and inhales deeply. His groan erupts into a growl of pleasure. I feel the rumble of his chest on my nipples, on my teeth, on my toes.

"Do you know what you are asking for?"

"Yes, General," I consent.

There are no more words. He gently returns me to my feet, and I know what is expected of me. Reluctantly, I turn around and I grip my ankles. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as my dress is slowly peeled north.

I stare at the brown dirt in front of me, and it stares back. I wish I was as solid and strong, but I'm crumbling.

He takes a long minute to study me from my lewd bent-over position. "You are dry," he finally points out with confusion. He has never been with a human woman, so he knows nothing of our anatomy.

"Yes," I lie. "Humans don't lubricate."

The last thing I need is to lengthen this with foreplay. I need it to end as soon as possible.

I gasp when he spins me quickly and hugs me to his chest. His eyes are wild and assertive as he studies my face. "I do not like liars. Respect your General and tell the truth."

"I'm just nervous," I blurt. At least that was truthful.

My eyes widen when he lifts one of my legs and wraps it around his waist. This isn't the mating position.

One of his hands works his pants, and I don't dare to look down.

Thick warmth prods me as his gaze does the same. With my heart knocking hard, I lower my forehead to his chest to hide. He allows it.

He keeps me against him as he rubs the head of his main cock at my entrance. I've seen the equipment of Masters, and I don't think any woman on Earth owns a toy like it in their nightstand.

The General sinks into me slowly. It burns, but he's leaking enough pre-cum that he eases in. I'm weak in his hold with fear.

He notices, because he asks, "do I stop?"

If his body does, his mind won't. Curiosity will make him seek me out until the Entertainers come for my head. I need him to get me out of his system.

"No. It feels good. It's just the nerves. Humans are like this," I lie and take advantage of what little he knows of my kind. Entertainers don't make noise while having sex. They don't moan or cry out, so The General won't find it odd that I don't make sounds of pleasure.

He keeps filling me. My body isn't ready to take him. The pain in my sex tells me it wants him out, but it's a pain I can smolder. It can't make me sing.

God, I hope he is satisfied after a few minutes. Will he? Or does he go on for hours?

"Give me your eyes."

He hasn't thrust yet. He's still seating his ridiculous cock in me. I don't think an evening of sinking into me will be enough. He's too long, and I'm too tight.

I reject his order because my eyes are saying what my lips won't. If he sees my face, he'll know that I don't like this and want him out of me.

"Now, Joan."

Instead of listening, I thrust to swallow more of him into me. This isn't right. It feels like I'm being torn apart, and I'm not sure if my sex will ever be the same again.

I think I've fooled my General, because he holds me tighter and takes over the thrusting. He's not fully seated inside me, but he's slipping in and out easier.

"You are tight. Are you taking me well?" he grunts the question between three slow thrusts.

"Yes. It feels good."

It'll feel fantastic when he gets this monster dick out of me!

I sound breathless, and it's from fighting my groans of discomfort. I'm too tense, too dry, too tight. I needed an orgasm or two before getting impaled by this monstrosity.

His hands are cupping my ass, and I throw my arms over his shoulders to give him my weight. This is absolutely not the mating position, but I've accepted that nothing between The General and I will ever be normal.

His thrusts remain gentle, although he doesn't know of my discomfort. Receiving him becomes a little easier ten minutes later, but I'm still not pulsing with pleasure. To speed things up, I slide one hand and grip the half of him he didn't slide in. I'm not sure why he only fucked me with his first half, but I'm not asking.

I squeeze and pull at the flesh roughly, wanting him to get there already.

Fifteen more minutes of gentle fucking, and he finally floods me with his seed. I know he can't impregnate me because Masters take a pill. I'm safe, and I'm free.

Although he shudders with his release, he keeps supporting my weight.

"You did not..."

"I did come," I interject with another lie. "It's just that humans do not have any visible reactions when they do." It's not like he'll ever find out the truth.

"Odd."

"Yes. We are not sexual creatures."

He guides my leg to the floor and keeps me upright by holding my hips. His eyes finally find mine after half an hour of intimacy. Although the cock he fucked me with is still glistening in front of his pants, he ignores it and studies me.

"I have never had such a small female."

Maybe that's why he didn't fully enter me.

"I am alright," I smile.

Alright? A liar is what I am, but at least this is over. He had his taste of me. A stale, sour, cold bite. He won't want seconds.

I will never glorify sexual abuse, and Joan's lies will be addressed in future chapters for character development. If you are a victim of sexual abuse, text CONVO to 741741 in the US for free, confidential, 24/7, support. Learn more at Netflix's wannatalkaboutit.com