Claimed in the Alien Arena

I’ve been stolen... by mistake

One minute I’m chilling in my dorm. The next, I’m abducted by aliens and dropped into an arena.

Alien creatures. Strange weapons. Cheering spectators.

And an opponent who is seven feet tall — not including his horns.

He looks like he wants to eat me alive, and he’s got the fangs to do it with. He looks like he wants to crush me into the dust, and he’s got the thick slabs of muscle to make that happen.

But he swears he won’t hurt me — quite the opposite, in fact. He’s going to make me feel pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.

He’s got a plan.

If we work together we can escape.

The only problem?

His plan sounds like way more than this little earthling can handle.