The only thing they could hope for was that their organization would send a stronger being, as the three simultaneously activated a distress signal through the bracelets on their wrists.
Now, all they could do was wait and pray the mentally unstable figure didn't kill them before help arrived.
"You didn't answer?" Junnie grinned, her voice laced with amusement as they spotted her perched atop a spaceship, lounging against it like it was a casual couch. Her figure was highlighted even more under the cosmic glow, drawing everyone's eyes to her.
That body was divine—smooth, flawless skin, curvaceous in all the right places, slender where it mattered.
A masterpiece. Even without seeing her face, they knew—she had to be beautiful. In fact, the most beautiful woman they had ever seen in their lives.
"I..." Wacko was the first to speak, his voice filled with confusion.
