Page 56 of Alien Dragon's Bride

Chapter 30

Megan

Later, the black doors slide open and Megan squinted against the artificial light spilling into her prison. She hadn’t worked out how to escape the spaceship but she vowed she wouldn’t stop trying.

“Come.” The larger of the two Tryns gestured. Both wore leather breechcloths that blended in with their furry hides.

She shivered. Even if she made it through this, she’d have nightmares of these grotesque demons forever. “Where are you taking me?”

“To the directing chamber,” the smaller one growled.

“No!” She backpedaled, pushing against their hold but they hauled her forward down the hallway like she was a mere child. “Let me go, please.”

They took her into a huge room with several operating tables. Some still had blood and gore coated across their surface. She turned away, dry-heaving.

The demon took her towards an empty table that had a white cloth covering the top. “Up.”

She shook her head, her stomach rolling. What if Levx had been in here? Was any of this blood on the other tables his? She had to get out of here. This had been a mistake to hope that these monsters hadn’t killed him and everyone they touched.

“Don’t make me put you up there, I might accidentally break your leg.” He smirked.

“No!” She bolted for the door, only to slide in a puddle of gore and crash to the floor. Her fall knocked over a tray and medical equipment flew everywhere.

Next to her knee, a sharp scalpel-looking instrument. Quickly, she tucked it into the hem of her jeans. She couldn’t take on two giants right now.

“Stupid human!” The demon snatched her up by the back of her neck and shook her.

She kicked, screaming, praying her only weapon wouldn’t be discovered.

With a grunt, he threw her toward the previous table. “On.”

Swallowing the acid burning the back of her throat, she climbed up. Let them think she was going to do everything they wished and when the time was right, she’d flee. Figure out how to get off this damn spaceship or send out a homing beacon…something. The blade still with her and she took comfort in its presence. No longer was she defenseless but she needed to wait until the right time to strike.

A third demon limped into the room, its long forked tail dragging behind it. This one with an apron covered with more blood than a butcher's. It was smaller than the other two but larger than the minions. The leather wings on its back were misshapen and bent.

“What’s going on? What are you going to do to me?” she asked not really expecting an answer but maybe she could throw this demon off guard and the two large ones needed to leave.

The demon looming over her inhaled sharply. “Three half-blood Renjerian girls. Just like you said, Craxlitek, well done.”

Unease spread through her. Levx’s father had said something about fewer babes being born to their race because their females were barren…did that also mean that the children they did have had been males…and her having three girls would help Levx and his people figure out a cure?

If yes, then why didn’t the demons just kill her? Unless they wanted to ensure that an accident of her getting pregnant with girls never happened again—to her or anyone. Tweak whatever they’d done to the Renjerians to make both the females and males infertile.

Her throat tightened at the thought. No wonder Levx and his people were desperate. How much more would she have been if she were in their place? She’d do whatever she could, including lie, cheat and kill, in order to continue her legacy much less if their whole people were dying out because of these monsters.

“Tie her down,” the smaller demon instructed.

“No, please.” She wrestled against the two larger demons’ grip but they tied her wrists and ankles to the table with leather straps.

“You may leave.” The demon nodded to the others. “Once I’m finished, I will call for you.”

Both large demons left and a broken sigh escaped Megan’s lips. If she wasn’t tied down, she’d use her weapon and get out of this room, find any survivors, then figure out how to beam herself back to Earth.

This creature wouldn’t care about hurting her or anyone and she was done with trying to plead for her life with devils that only set out to destroy. “If you’re going to kill me, then do it.”

“That will come in time, human.” The demon smiled, its black fangs glistening in the spaceship’s lights. “First we have to prep you, increase the development rate of your fetuses, then implant the Tryns’ eggs until your body erupts from their birth.”

“Eggs?” Nausea crashed into her.

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