Corporal Miller had his combat boot pinned to the back of James’s neck, his sidearm pressed firm against the man's temple."Ma'am, I'm calling Sector Command to clear a transport unit," Miller said, his jaw locked tight. "We’ll haul this scum into a holding cell."Betony stood over James, looking down at his trembling, pathetic frame with absolute, arctic indifference. Outside the glass, the bruised purple rain had ceased, leaving behind a sweltering, heavy silence."Don't waste the fuel, Miller," Betony spoke, her voice dropping into a chilling, dead calm. "Release him."Miller blinked, stunned, but slowly lifted his boot.James scrambled backward against the wall, clutching his bruised throat, his bloodshot eyes darting frantically between Betony and the empty space where the heavy steel safe had vanished seconds ago. "You ruined my life Betony, lock me away if you please. But I'll come back at you. I swear it."Betony took two slow, deliberate steps
Last Updated : 2026-08-30 Read more