I was running late for work. Again. And I was on my last warning. I thought it would be smart to speed in a vain attempt to catch up with my late-running but now here I was. Pulled over on the side of the road by some motorbike traffic cop.
Stupid, stupid girl.
The cop strode up. He was pretty hunky. Over six feet tall and with a slim, athletic build, the guy's messy blonde hair appeared as he took off his bike helmet and left it on the handlebars of the vehicle. He was young for his role too. No older than 25 or 26.
"Ma'am, I need you to step out of the vehicle."
Time to put on that feminine charm, Suzie. You can do this. I played with my dark red hair, putting on the most innocent look and voice possible.
"But offic-"
"MA'AM. STEP OUT OF THE CAR."
His voice was loud, most terrifying. I shivered as I started to obey his request. I turned to face him as I noticed a strange device in his hands. Something like one of those cheap ray gun things you would see on an episode of Star Trek or something. It lit up and my whole world turned to white.
When I came to, I was in a different place. All I could see was a sea of black as far as the eye could see. My ears were assaulted with a cacophony of awfully loud noise. I was so confused and scared. What had that cop...
BOOM.
The ground shook.
BOOM.
It shook again. What?
BOOM.
The ground was getting more -
BOOM.
- and more -
BOOM.
- vi -
BOOM.
- o -
BOOM.
- lent. -
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
I fell to the ground. The stiletto heels of my shoes breaking of as I did so. Before me now stood two black pillars with long, two storey tall supports. I craned my neck up. The black turned to a slightly lighter black before meeting up high in the sky. Above that I could make out things jutting out from the face of the object. Further up still there was the colour of beige. I craned my neck. Further and further up I looked. Until I saw it. Until I realised where I was and my stomach feel into a endless despair.
Hundreds of feet in the ait was the sunglass-clad face of the motor cop. Those pillars? His black knee high police boots. Those things jutting out. His belt. The beige? His police shirt.
The towering adonis looked down. A horrific grin on his face.
"IFUCKINGHATEWOMENWHOTHINKTHEYCANWRAPUSROUNDTHEIRFINGERWITHTHEIRLOOKS.&# 34; His voice was loud. So loud that I felt like he could deafen me, even with his mouth hundreds of feet above me. The words were hard to make out too. His immense size made his words thunderous and every word echoed into the next. In this moment, he didn't seem like a man. No, he was a god now.
It was then a shadow started to form around me. I looked up to see...
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