He’s such a coward. It was cowardice like this that disgraced him.
I charge the alluring female in a blur of movement. She only has time to turn her head before I’m already on her, like an avalanche bearing down. I flick a single finger against her temple, hoping to stun her, but to my annoyance, she collapses to the floor in an unconscious heap.
Humans are as soft as snarlbrocs!
“You didn’t kill her, did you?” Ignixis pushes past me to examine the feisty female, placing tattooed fingers along her neck.
“She lives,” I mutter, noticing her perky breasts rising and falling. My eyes snap to the healing pod with a grimace, some of the green vapors still escaping. “We can put her back in,” I suggest with a gesture.
“No, it’s too soon,” Ignixis answers, reaching into his long robes, black as the void. He places a translation device behind the female’s ear. It hisses, sealing against her skin. “The last thing we need is for your bonded female to be a rabid healing pod addict,” he adds, interrupting her charming little snores.
Frustrated at how poorly our endeavor is progressing, I exhale deeply, moving to retrieve this female’s clothes from the nearby bench. They consist of trousers and a shirt, in earth tones mottled together in seemingly random patterns.Humans are strange.The thought is not new to me.
I scoop up the unconscious female, cradling her in my arms along with her clothes.
“One more,” I declare, praying it goes better, but expecting it won’t.
Ignixis’s face shifts to a sly grin. “I saved the best till last.”
Chapter 6
Alexandra
Too hard
Ipacebackandforthin the dim purple cell, my mind swirling with frantic panic. Carmen had been pacing too, but she’s gone now, led away by the red titan just like the two before her. This reminds me of waiting in line with the other naughty students to be sent to the principal’s office, except instead of a stern lecture and suspension, I might end up dead... or worse.
Deep breaths, deep breaths.
That’s what my therapist would recommend, although I doubt, she imagined a situation like this! There’s not enough stale air on this ship to settle my nerves now.
Kazumi and Sandra returned in good health and with their clothes, giving me a sliver of hope. I bombarded them with questions, desperate to learn what fate awaits me, but theybarely spoke. Both are shaken, sobbing quietly in the fetal position. I’ll give them time before asking again, assuming I’m not carried away like a sack of potatoes first.
I smile at the thought of getting my Chanel suit and Birkin handbag back. A familiar lifeline in this galaxy of madness.Perhaps it’s a gesture of goodwill from our giant alien captors?I frown as I continue to pace around the spacious cell, contemplating angles to exploit, negotiations to be made, if I play my cards right.
Kazumi’s outfit is simple; a black skirt, a blue jacket over a white shirt, and a green scarf now damp with tears. Her clothes are unbranded, and the blue jacket doesn’t match the black skirt—average and boring.
Still, it’s better than whatever Sandra is wearing. I stifled my laugh when she came back dressed in pink pajamas with white clouds. Dreadful! I’d rather go naked than be caught dead in those. I glance at my rotund belly with a grimace, realizing even ugly pajamas might be better.
When I return with my clothes, oozing style and sophistication, no one will doubt my social position. Oh! Perhaps even these aliens will appreciate I’m someone of importance—unlike the others.
Ugh, I shouldn’t be too hard on the poor women, but their crying is driving me nuts—they haven’t stopped! We’re all suffering, taken from our homes, losing all that we know and love. Loved ones... I guess. Like my mother—who hates me. And my father, who probably wishes I never existed. My lip trembles, but I squash it with a loud sigh and turn to Kazumi.
“Kazumi, I know now might not seem the best time,” I approach, speaking as gently as I can, which is completely at odds with the torrent of intense emotions swirling inside me. “But I think opening up might help make you feel better.”I think that’s the sort of drivel my therapist would say.And mostimportantly, I’ll feel better knowing what the hell is going to happen to me.
Kazumi looks up at me, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She sniffs, wiping her nose with the green scarf. “They say I’m bonded female,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
What the hell does that mean?
The ominous phrase steals my breath with its dark promise of sex slavery and God knows what else.Fuck, this is awful!I regret asking now. No. It’s better to know the truth, so plans can be made.
“They didn’t...” My words fall off as I scrutinize Kazumi, searching for any signs of abuse, finding nothing. “Touch you, did they?”
Kazumi shakes her head, and I breathe a loud sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God!” I exclaim, more for myself than for her.
“But for how much longer?” Sandra interjects, her heavy Scottish accent laden with wet hysterics. “That big one.Dracoth,” she spits the word as my ears perk up, finally having a name for our alien captor. “He stared at my....” She pauses, glancing at her tangled hands, speaking in a hushed whisper. “That monster’s going to rape me.” she erupts into renewed sobering. “I just want to go home!”
I rush to comfort Sandra with a sympathetic hug, muttering reassurances that everything’s going to be okay. This Dracoth leered at me too, but it seems poor Sandra has stolen his attention. How unfortunate for her... and fortunate for me. Normally, I’d be jealous of being overlooked, but this is far from a normal situation.
