Jenny shielded her eyes. Or at least she tried to; there wasn’t much room to manoeuvre. Her stomach was perched on a smooth but cold metallic rock while her breasts were close to brushing the ground. Her derriere was brushing the source of the light. She ended up perfectly balanced with her tail on top of another smooth metallic surface.
‘Well, what have we here?’ said one of the bipeds. Looks like
our friend is preparing herself for us.’ The biped who spoke picked up a smooth
black stick with a shiny end that looked sharp. The others did the same. Quickly,
they surrounded her. One of them pressed the blade to her scales. She felt the
thrust, but nothing more. The biped stepped back, holding up the folded blade. Were
they trying to harm her? She suddenly realised that she could spin her whole
body around the room. With a whack of her tail, she struck a huge blow upon one
of the surrounding metal boxes.
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