All right. Here's the next part.
"Wh-where am I?" I managed to get out. "You're in my hut," the Mudokon replied. That's when my vision cleared enough to see the Mudokon. He had golden skin. Imagine that! His wide, pink ponytail hung down to his ankles. He was wearing a white loincloth that had a few dirt stains. "My name is Orion," he said. "What's yours?" "Marie," I replied. "Well, Marie, I should assume that you are as much of an outcast as I am." As I looked at him, I could see that he was right. Afraid that I was staring too much, I glanced out the window. I saw something in the yard that was sticking out of the ground. It looked like a grave stone. Orion gently slipped his hand under my tentacles to move them into a bowl of water. I jerked back. Something about the feel of his hand wasn't right. Orion laughed, then said, "Okay, then I'll do this another way." He placed the bowl underneath my tentacles. He also served me some food. A few hours later, I was tired. He led me to a bed, and he must have thought I was asleep because he turned around abruptly, and his ponytail swished to the side. What it revealed drove me to fear beyond comprehension. In his back were three perfectly round bullet holes.
Well, I shouldn't spoil it just yet, so I'll write more later.
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