Page 11 of Tortured

He slumps to the floor and then one of the other males pushes me forward into the room, pulling his limp body behind us. The door swishes shut and both of the other males glare at me.

“The commander is not going to be happy.”

I grunt. As if I care.

Alex and I square off against the males and Ruby just eyes us mildly. “You both are being silly. They’ve been nothing but nice to us.” She points over at the big male on the floor, his broad shoulders twisted from where one of his friends dragged him.

Then the smaller man tries to grab my arm and I growl, my palm coming out to connect with his nose from where he’s bending over me. He howls and comes up holding that part of his face, strange blue liquid between his fingers. He glares at me and then his fingers wrap around his nose and he pulls hard, straightening it.

I wince. That had to hurt.

The one that I knocked out is being tended to by another alien male on the deck and he jerks to a sitting position when he waves something under his nose.

He glares at me and then waves the other big alien away. He stands slowly and eyes me warily and I have to say that it makes me happy that at least one person finds me a fucking threat. I’m sick of everyone acting like I’m a weepy female.

The room is eerily quiet as he stalks up to me. Everything in the room seems to hold their breath. He stands over top of me.

“Female, no other has ever managed to best me. I cannot believe that you did.” He waves his hand up and down my body. “I’ll make sure that I never underestimate you again.”

For some reason that threat makes me smile.

He grunts and then heads to a chair set up in front of a large screen. “How far away are they and have we tried hailing them? Who are they?”

“I’m not sure. We tried hailing them but nobody answered. They just tried to shoot us with the pulse rays.”

“Not friendly, are they.”

“Not at all.”

I watch the males discuss things back and forth, their eyes focused on this new threat. The girls and I move closer together and I glare at the backs of the aliens.

“What do you think we should do?”

“I think that for right now, we can’t do much. Not since we’re under attack. And we don’t know how to find our way back to where they have Jenna so we can’t fight our way out without knowing where she’s at,” I whisper.

Ruby groans. “You two are going to be crazy, aren’t you? We are stuck in space and we don’t know how to use any of this stuff. These guys have been very nice and they’ve taken care of us, they’ve healed all our injuries. I think we could be in way worse shape right now.”

Alex rolls her blue eyes. “Honestly, you’re the same with male aliens as you are with men on our planet. You’d do anything for them.”

Ruby growls under her breath. “And you’d gladly beat the hell out of any man, even if he wasn’t an alien. You’d do anything to not be near one.”

I hush them both as the big guy I decked looks back at me. “We need to keep ourselves together. We need to stay strong and not fight each other. They’re the enemies.”

The screen lights up and a strange silvery-white alien with fur all over it growls on the screen. “Where the hell are my men?” Its eyes light on us in the back and widen. “Well, there’s my cargo. I guess I’ll just accept them from you. I don’t really care who has them.”

My big, blue alien glares at him. “I’m Commander Koehn of the Arkadian fleet. And if you think that I’m going to participate in illegal activity by handing over kidnapping victims you are out of your mind.”

The furry guy snarls and snaps at him. “I think that you should hand them over and I’ll let you live. If you don’t…I’m going to kill all of you and take them anyway.”

All of the men on the deck laugh. Loudly.

My eyes widen.

Ruby whistles. “I don’t think I’ve ever been around this much testosterone in one room.” She pauses. “Wait. Do alien males have testosterone?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not sure that’s the question we should be asking.”

“My point is that I feel safer with these guys than I did with the other ones for sure.”

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