“CHOOSE! Now, female, or I will choose for you!” Antrox 785 roared out.
He didn’t know what else to do. He was in charge of the mining facility. It was not his job to question who was brought to the mines. His job was to match a female with a male to ensure the males would be more docile. He had never encountered a hostile female before and did not know how to handle a female like the one poking her sharp nails into his chest.
Riley looked at the stickman standing in front of her and let out a sniff of indignation. “Well! There is no reason for you to get so uptight!” she said, turning her back to him and tossing her heavy mane of blond hair over her shoulder. “I choose all of them,” she said with an exaggerated sigh.
“What?” Antrox 785 practically shouted.
Riley turned to look at him
