Rocot: Reborn

Raynor and Arya looked at each other and saw deep fear in each other's eyes. They knew that they were facing an extremely dangerous person and if they were not careful, they would be doomed.

"No...we dare not..." Renault stammered, and his body involuntarily took a step back.

"Very good." A cold smile appeared on Roccod's lips. "Remember what you said today."

After saying that, he ignored Raynor and Arya and turned to walk towards the strangely shaped aircraft in the distance.

"Wait!" Arya suddenly called out to Rocot, her voice trembling. "What...what do you want to do?"

Rocot stopped and turned, staring at Arya with cold eyes, but he said nothing.

"Why...why did you save me?" Arya asked, summoning her courage. "You didn't have to worry about my life or death."

Roccod looked at Arya, a complicated look flashing in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "Because you are still useful to me."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Arya, turned around and continued walking towards the aircraft.

"Wait!" Arya called out to Rocot again. "What...what do you want me to do?"

Rocot stopped, turned around, stared at Arya with cold eyes, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I want you... to be my woman."

Arya was stunned when she heard Rocot's words. She never expected that Rocot would make such a request.

"You...what are you talking about?" Arya's face was full of shock and disbelief. "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know." Rocot's mouth curled up into an evil smile. He slowly walked to Arya, stretched out his hand, gently stroked her cheek, and said in a low and seductive tone, "From today on, you are my woman."

Arya's body instinctively wanted to dodge, but she was held tightly by Rocot's powerful arms and could not move.

"Let me go! You lunatic!" Arya struggled desperately, but to no avail.

"The more you struggle, the more excited I will be." An evil smile appeared on Rocot's lips, and his eyes fell on Arya's white neck, like a hungry beast, greedily looking at its prey.

"You...what do you want to do?" There was a flash of fear in Arya's eyes. She tried desperately to push Rocot away, but he held her tightly in his arms and she couldn't move.

Rocot said nothing, but lowered his head and kissed Arya's lips...

Arya felt a cold breath instantly enveloped her. Roccod's kiss was overbearing and strong, sweeping over her like a storm, almost suffocating her. She struggled desperately, slapping Roccod's chest with both hands, but was firmly held by his iron arms.

Rocot enjoyed Arya's struggle. He smiled evilly, pried open her teeth with the tip of his tongue, and plundered her breath wantonly. Arya felt nauseous and her stomach was churning, but she could do nothing about it. Tears of fear and humiliation burst out of her eyes, blurring her vision.

"Um... let... let me go..." Arya begged intermittently, her voice trembling, but it further aroused Rocot's desire to conquer.

He ripped open the placket of Arya's shirt, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. Arya screamed and instinctively protected herself with her hands, but he grabbed her wrist and lifted it high above her head.

"You're so delicious..." Roccod's low voice sounded in Arya's ears, with a hint of hoarseness, but more like the whisper of a devil. He greedily stared at Arya's body trembling with fear, as if he was admiring a perfect work of art.

At this moment, a burst of urgent alarms suddenly sounded from inside the aircraft. The red lights flashed wildly, and the piercing sound cut through the night sky.

"Damn it!" Rocot cursed and reluctantly let go of Arya. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his deep eyes, and he lowered his head and whispered in Arya's ear, "You're lucky this time, but it won't be so easy to escape next time."

After saying this, he turned around and strode towards the control room of the aircraft without even looking at Arya who was lying on the ground.

Arya curled up on the ground, shivering, her clothes disheveled, and in a state of disgrace. She watched Roccod's back disappear behind the metal door of the control room, and fear, humiliation, anger...all kinds of emotions intertwined, almost drowning her.

"Bastard! You will die horribly!" Arya cursed with gritted teeth, but could only pound the ground weakly.

In the control room, Rocot stared at the flashing red alarm on the screen with a gloomy face.

"Report! A high-energy reaction has been detected, and a suspected space crack is forming!" A mechanical cyborg in the co-pilot seat reported hastily, half of his face was covered with metal, and one of his eyes was flashing a strange red light.

"Space crack?" Roccod frowned, "How did it appear here?"

"The cause is currently unknown. The energy of the crack is extremely unstable. We must leave immediately!" the mechanical cyborg said anxiously.

There was a hint of viciousness in Locot's eyes, and he punched the console hard, causing the metal panel to dent immediately.

“Damn it! I was almost there!”

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and ordered in a deep voice: "Activate the emergency plan and prepare to forcefully cross the space crack!"

"But... forced crossing is extremely risky. We might be caught in unknown space turbulence..." the mechanical cyborg said hesitantly.

"No buts!" Rocot turned his head sharply, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "Follow orders!"

"yes!"

The aircraft trembled violently, and the outer metal shell was twisted and torn, making a tooth-grinding metal friction sound. Arya looked up in horror, and through the glass window of the control room, she saw a huge black vortex appearing in the sky in the distance, like a giant beast that was ready to devour people, emitting a terrifying aura that made people's hearts palpitate.

The aircraft plunged into a black vortex...