captor makes a few more loud gruff noises. The light purple skinned male’s unique eyes soften for a moment and then harden as his gaze cuts back to the ugly spotted creature tightly clutching my arm.
Fear snakes down my spine as I watch the aliens communicate in a rough guttural language. I really wish I knew what they were saying. Do the pretty purple aliens eat humans? I don’t want to be anyone’s meal. I shouldn’t be here. Life’s not fair.
The pretty alien huffs a few times and then the two start talking again. After what feels like an eternity, my captor pushes me forward but doesn’t let go of me. The purple being wrinkles his nose as his intriguing eyes study me.
Fire blazes across my cheeks. I know I stink and now that I’ve been dragged through alien soil I have to look terrible. My whole body aches and to my horror I feel tears welling in my eyes. I blink the tears away and raise my chin to cover my fear and pain.
The creature that is rudely holding me out to the purple male snarls a last time and then gives me a last push. The three-eyed spotted beast stalks off as I stumble on weak legs.
The new pretty-eyed alien reaches out and steadies me. I briefly think about fighting him and running off but then I get a good whiff of him. He smells real good. Better than anything I’ve ever smelled. He smirks and starts guiding me onto his spacecraft.
I panic a little and quickly look into the crowd that is close by. I have to find my cage-mates, Hallie and Gayle. My chest hurts when I don’t see either of them in the mix of strange beings. I really want to know what happened to Hallie. She was nice. Gayle was a bitch so I really don’t care what happened to her.
Silver walls cut off my view of the spooky beings. I look around and notice that I’m being led down a clean silver corridor. The sound of the door shutting has me jumping and looking back.
What is going to happen to me now? This alien is the third one to have me in his possession. I shudder as I think about the lizard-men that took me from Earth. They were a nasty mean lot and their spacecraft had been filthy.
I don’t know much about the scary three-eyed alien who brought me to this pretty purple skinned alien. From my second captor’s actions and the spooky sounds he made I’m sure I don’t want to know anything about him.
The cleanliness of this craft is impressive. Do clean aliens probe humans? Do they eat humans? Am I being taken to lab or a kitchen? My heart feels as though it is going to explode at any second. I can’t take much more of this. I really hope my death is quick and as pain-free as possible. Maybe clean aliens are nicer killers.
Fingers wrapping around my wrist have me jumping and then stopping. I look at the light purple hand holding my wrist. It has six fingers. Six! My heart races as my longing to go home hits a new high.
My newest captor pounds on a door. I bite my lips as I wonder who is on the other side of this silver door. Is it a curious scientist or a chef? My nerves tingle painfully as I wait to see what’s going to happen next.
When nobody answers the door, my captor pounds on it again. A moment later I hear footfalls coming our way. The door whooshes open to reveal a fiercely scowling male. The anger in his blue diamond shaped eyes has me taking a step back.
Tears once again well in my eyes. I want to go home. I desperately want to fight my way back to Earth—back to familiar territory. The ache in my chest and pain in my arm and shoulder are strong reminders of my last attempt to fight for my freedom. These alien fuckers don’t play around.
CHAPTER
2
~ Hilam Braknee ~
♥
“What, Riflan? I’m in the middle of something.” I stare my brother down hoping he’ll get the message. He usually doesn’t but I can’t stop myself from trying. It’s a flaw I have and one I can’t seem to overcome.
My gaze drifts to the being next to Riflan. The female is filthy and stinks but under
Fear snakes down my spine as I watch the aliens communicate in a rough guttural language. I really wish I knew what they were saying. Do the pretty purple aliens eat humans? I don’t want to be anyone’s meal. I shouldn’t be here. Life’s not fair.
The pretty alien huffs a few times and then the two start talking again. After what feels like an eternity, my captor pushes me forward but doesn’t let go of me. The purple being wrinkles his nose as his intriguing eyes study me.
Fire blazes across my cheeks. I know I stink and now that I’ve been dragged through alien soil I have to look terrible. My whole body aches and to my horror I feel tears welling in my eyes. I blink the tears away and raise my chin to cover my fear and pain.
The creature that is rudely holding me out to the purple male snarls a last time and then gives me a last push. The three-eyed spotted beast stalks off as I stumble on weak legs.
The new pretty-eyed alien reaches out and steadies me. I briefly think about fighting him and running off but then I get a good whiff of him. He smells real good. Better than anything I’ve ever smelled. He smirks and starts guiding me onto his spacecraft.
I panic a little and quickly look into the crowd that is close by. I have to find my cage-mates, Hallie and Gayle. My chest hurts when I don’t see either of them in the mix of strange beings. I really want to know what happened to Hallie. She was nice. Gayle was a bitch so I really don’t care what happened to her.
Silver walls cut off my view of the spooky beings. I look around and notice that I’m being led down a clean silver corridor. The sound of the door shutting has me jumping and looking back.
What is going to happen to me now? This alien is the third one to have me in his possession. I shudder as I think about the lizard-men that took me from Earth. They were a nasty mean lot and their spacecraft had been filthy.
I don’t know much about the scary three-eyed alien who brought me to this pretty purple skinned alien. From my second captor’s actions and the spooky sounds he made I’m sure I don’t want to know anything about him.
The cleanliness of this craft is impressive. Do clean aliens probe humans? Do they eat humans? Am I being taken to lab or a kitchen? My heart feels as though it is going to explode at any second. I can’t take much more of this. I really hope my death is quick and as pain-free as possible. Maybe clean aliens are nicer killers.
Fingers wrapping around my wrist have me jumping and then stopping. I look at the light purple hand holding my wrist. It has six fingers. Six! My heart races as my longing to go home hits a new high.
My newest captor pounds on a door. I bite my lips as I wonder who is on the other side of this silver door. Is it a curious scientist or a chef? My nerves tingle painfully as I wait to see what’s going to happen next.
When nobody answers the door, my captor pounds on it again. A moment later I hear footfalls coming our way. The door whooshes open to reveal a fiercely scowling male. The anger in his blue diamond shaped eyes has me taking a step back.
Tears once again well in my eyes. I want to go home. I desperately want to fight my way back to Earth—back to familiar territory. The ache in my chest and pain in my arm and shoulder are strong reminders of my last attempt to fight for my freedom. These alien fuckers don’t play around.
CHAPTER
2
~ Hilam Braknee ~
♥
“What, Riflan? I’m in the middle of something.” I stare my brother down hoping he’ll get the message. He usually doesn’t but I can’t stop myself from trying. It’s a flaw I have and one I can’t seem to overcome.
My gaze drifts to the being next to Riflan. The female is filthy and stinks but under
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