Italicized words are alien speak

Preface

They force her to her knees, black sand coating the wrinkles of her bare skin. She growled, then squeaked in pain as the figure at her back twisted her wrists together with one hand and threaded their thick, grimy fingers through her greasy black hair and jerked her head back. She gglared down her nose at the smirking figure above her. He flexed his fingers a few times before he leaned down closer to her, gripping her chin between two of his fingers and forced her eyes to meet his through the shadows.

"Thought you could steal food eh? Ha, that's so like a filthy whore." His accent made the words warped in her ears.

She jerked again and spit in his eyes. He shot up, back ram rod straight as he wiped her saliva from his eyes. "Fuck you." She growled out, jerking again but it was no use.

Polweepkwa and human prostitutes walked past the thin alleyway just behind them, but none noticed the perverse actions going on just in front of them. Even if they did notice, like anyone would do anything. The Polweepkwa avoided the male humans that lived in District 9 at all costs and the prostitutes, both male and female belonged to the men so there was nothing they could do in the first place.

The man laughed, low and dark. "You're a fighter, I like that."

She tensed up for the first time when she heard the zipper and button coming apart. The man behind her jerked her head back just a little, warning her to comply and open her mouth, which she did and took him with tears staining her cheeks. She knew not to bite down on the offending appendage, that would just mean death. She kept her lips over her teeth, sobbing inwardly and just shivering outwardly while he used her, grunting softly.

After a few moments she felt something spray across her and his tool leave her mouth. She blinked through whatever was across her face and saw the outline of a Polweepka hovering behind her assaulter. The man behind her let go and scrambled from the alleyway, knocking over a few Polweepkwa but jumped right back up and kept running. Her captor fell to their knees and his face landed beside her bruised knees, blood dripping from the deep holes in his neck.

The Polweepkwa crouched in front of her, examining her with intelligent blue eyes. "Come," they stood, alien speak understandable to her ears.

But she stayed where she was, glaring at them through the darkness. "And why the hell should I do that?"

They stared down at her, eyes glowing as they held out their claws to her. "I can give you your freedom back."

Her eyes sparkled at that and she reached up, never even flinching as their incredibly sharp claws easily cut through the sensitive flesh of her palm.