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“Gladion! Help!” Lilliie cried, sobbing in mortal terror. The terrible truth dawned on Gladion. After using his body for pleasure, Inspector Jamal and his guards had called in reinforcements. “Let me go!” Lillie yelled.
She kicked, she clawed, she screamed, the massive New African soldier just laughed, carrying her over his shoulder like an ancient barbarian pillaging a village. Inspector Jamal and a unit of soldiers followed him out of the cabin, guns drawn, and doused the cabin with kerosene.
“You promised! You motherfuckers promised!” Gladion rose to his feet and ran to Inspector Jamal. “Let her go! We’ll leave New Africa. You’ll never see us again!”
“Dis bitch fine as hell,” Jamal said through gritted teeth, blunt dangling from the corner of his mouth, eyes red with drunken joy. “She goin’ straight to Chief Darius X’s private chamber. We thrown’ dis fine-ass bitch to da PURESTRAINS.”
Gladion’s blood froze. Lillie looked desperately into his eyes, hoisted over the warriors massive black shoulder. Al this time, they’d kept her from so much as laying eyes upon black men. And now the monsters came to capture her, helpless and flailing in the middle of the night. Her soft white skin, her fertile features, all that human potential now mere chum to be thrown to the purestrains: the blackest, purest, most aggressive African supermen. Purestrain specimens math seven-foot-tall guards look like beta male sissies. Gladion shuddered at the thought of their plans for Lillie. Sweet Lillie. Beautiful, pure, unspoiled Lillie. His only hope, his only love. He yelled, screamed, protested, gnashed his teeth, and begged as the soldiers carried her to the transport truck. “What’s happening, Gladion?!” Lillie cried. Her lustrous blond hair shone in the moonlight. Her beautiful white dress billowed. She was a captive angel and they were smuggling her into Hades. “Be strong, Lilliie!” Gladion yelled.