Page 7 of Protected By the Alien Space Guardian

He turned and walked down the other hallway, leaving me to scramble after him.

“What about us?” an older man complained.

“We have our rooms,” one of the soldiers ordered, “move.”

The last I saw, they all got to their feet and shuffled off while I tried to keep pace with Raasla. “Hey, slow down.”

He didn’t even acknowledge me.

Impatiently, Raasla held open the door to what I assumed to be an elevator for me, and I caught up.

“I’m not as tall as you. I can’t walk that fast.” I panted. “Plus, I’ve been held captive and—” A sharp look from him shut me up mid-sentence.

The door closed, and the lift took off. Literally.

My mouth gaped open when I realized the sides of the lift were made of glass—or the alien equivalent, like the walls of our cells—and I received my first view of space. The freaking elevator was moving outside the freaking spaceship, up and sideways along the spaceship’s hull.

“Is that even safe?” I blurted out, not expecting an answer because… because… I stared into the black void of space.

We glided around a rounded corner, and my mouth gaped even wider at the sight of an emerald-green planet shrouded in orange swirling clouds. Fuck me, I thought, I’m in space!

For a moment, I forgot everything. The invasion by aliens on Earth, my abduction, my fellow ex-prisoners, even my sister and mom. If being abducted by aliens had been last on my list of things never to happen to me, being in space was even further down.

I pressed my hand against the cool glass, needing the physical touch to assure myself this was real.

The elevator reentered the ship, and the view of space disappeared. It was replaced by white walls with shiny dark spots, and the door opened into another hallway.

Without a word, Raasla charged out, and I after him.

“Your people forgot one,” Raasla said, pointing at a corpse. Stepping over it, he resumed moving forward.

“I will notify them,” I remarked dryly. “You know it would have helped if you had shown us the elevators.” None of us suspected there was another level to it. We had never even seen the ship we were taken to.

He grunted and stopped so abruptly that I plowed into his back. Silvery blood trickled down beneath his shoulder blade, and I jumped back. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

A sliding door popped open, and he stepped aside like a gentleman to allow me to enter a luxuriously decorated area.

The first thing I saw was a giant panoramic, floor-to-ceiling window, giving me another glimpse of the emerald planet we were circling.

The noise of the doors closing and Raasla’s light footsteps divided my attention from the window to him. It only took a second for my entire focus to be on him as he shrugged out of his shirt. Good grief, that man was stacked.

There were roped muscles on top of muscles the likes I had never seen before. No normal man had muscles like that. They appeared hard as steel, but that might have been because of his silvery flesh. Without a word, he turned and walked toward an array of shelves built into the wall and grabbed a black box.

“You probably have never used this before.” He opened the box, to show me an assortment of tools I couldn’t even begin to guess at their purpose. He picked one that looked suspiciously like a very skinny vibrator. I pursed my lips, reminding myself not to draw conclusions until I was sure what he wanted me to do with that thing.

He pushed a button on the side and the tip glowed yellow. “Like this.”

“Ok-ay.” I drew out.

“Just hover it over the wound on my back. I can’t reach it, otherwise I’d do it myself.” He explained, handing the tool over to me.

“Do you have any alcohol wipes, or anything for me to clean the…” I trailed off when I saw his uncomprehending expression. “Alright, guess not. Okay then. Turn around.”

He did and I forced myself to keep breathing as I stared at more ropes of muscle, which seemed to dance under his silvery skin. But seeing it up close I realized it wasn’t really silvery. It wasn’t white or gray either, but a strange combination of all three of them, depending on how he moved and how the light hit him.

“Are you done?”

“I haven’t even started,” I grumbled, embarrassed at the idea that he caught me gawking at his amazing body. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

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