4. Gromnyr

CHAPTER 4

GROMNYR

T his little human is feisty. She resists me with all her might, and I carry her back to my quarters while kicking and screaming.

It will be quite a challenge to turn this one into a submissive breeder.

She will need extensive training.

My calloused hands glide across her body as I carry her. Her curves are soft and supple — perfect to grab onto.

"Let me go, you brute!" she shouts, her voice echoing through the long walkway.

"You don't know when to give up, do you?" I say. "You belong to me now, human. Your cowardly father sold you to me in exchange for his cargo."

"I'll never belong to you, Gromnyr!"

"So you know who I am."

"Of course I know! You're all over the Federation news!"

"And what do they say about me?"

She hesitates for a moment. "That you're a stone-cold killer," the human says, her voice losing some of its power.

"That part is true."

The threat is often more powerful than the execution. My infamous reputation as the most dangerous and brutal orc in the universe makes my life considerably easier.

Freighters surrender without a fight. Military vessels flee. Men grovel and women submit.

Except for this one. This small bundle of human is determined to put up a fight.

Good.

It will make training her into a good breeder only more rewarding.