Page 20 of Bred by the Alien Prince

I couldn’t understand a word he spoke, but it seemed like he wanted to rape me. Perhaps my injuries stopped him. Thank goodness for having broken ribs. I looked around at what seemed to be the captain’s quarters. It was massive, and black and silver seemed to be the main motif; the only difference was the glowing light from what looked like a fish tank in the walls, which carried many sea creatures I’d never seen.

Like this ship and the tone and the way they spoke, those sea creatures looked just as aggressive as everything else that may have come from their planet. I assumed these things came from their planet, at least.

We also had several large aquariums onboard the Ignis, but none of the fish were eaten. Our meat products were vegetarian or lab-made meats, so I imagine these are here to gaze at, too.

The walls were black with silver highlights that looked like they twisted together black and silver metal in 3D swirling designs. It was elegant and almost made me want to forget where I was. Perhaps this one could be reasoned with on some level?

If only I could speak to him. Was that true, or was that wishful thinking because he had a handsome face or that he turned me on when he licked me?

Oh God, I think I could’ve been sick in the head. But he looked better than any man on earth I’ve ever seen; he looked human, and the only thing that gave him away besides his height and the intricate dark spots on his skin was his long, slender, digitigrade legs and pointy elf-like ears. He also had a strange smell, like, I don't know, like alcohol and dragon's blood fragrance. I remember when my sister went all pagan and used to wear that stuff around the house.

Why the hell did I come here? Was it worth sneaking onboard the Ignis? Perhaps this was my punishment.

What if the government knew about these aliens the entire time, and we were some offering? You have no idea how often these conspiracies have entered my mind since my capture. I wondered what Earth would do if they found out what happened to us. Will they send help? Did anyone have time to send a signal before they raided the ship?

This was a nightmare scenario if I’ve ever heard one.

I heard the door open and shifted around in my bubble as if I would somehow find a spot to hide. A woman...at least I thought it was a woman, entered the room carrying a bag. She was slender, and like the other alien, she didn’t look that far off from us, but her skin was reptilian and bluish. Her nose was skinny and long with a sharp tip covered in little markings, and her eyes were larger, and her pupils were slit. She had two sets of cleavages as her outfit, a long tunic-like shirt, had designs that barely covered her...four...nipples. Oh God!

Without a word spoken, she snatched me from the bubble in one fast move. Her grip was like an iron vice!

“Hey! Stop! What are you doing!?”

She didn’t speak a word, and I couldn’t fight back. The large double doors slid open.

In the other room was a large oval tub already filled with water, and near it were several twisted hourglass-shaped bottles with various colorful liquids inside. She dumped a few in the water and sat the brown leather bag at her feet.

“What are you gonna do with me?” I asked with a tremble in my voice.

She tossed me into the tub, and I groaned at the sharp pain that pierced through my body. The brush she ran over my body left small welts. Once finished, she entered her bag and poured a clear solution into a cup. Grabbing my face and forcing my mouth open, she rammed the bitter liquid into my mouth and massaged my throat.

Crying out at the sharp pain in my throat, I couldn’t make a sound, which only sent me into a panic, making me want to cry out even more. I didn’t have time to sit there stewing in confusion and anger in the warm, fruity-smelling liquid.

She ripped me out of the water and placed me in a chair. She grabbed my hair into a ball and pushed my head down, and before I could protest, something shot through the back of my head! The pain was dull and already pulsing but felt more like a migraine.

"What was that?!"

She tossed me onto the bed; by this point, I had enough! Being the passive victim was not in my nature at all, and it wouldn’t start now. I fought through the pain and embarrassment of being nude and stood up, ready to punch this fucking thing right in its face.

“What the hell do you want from me?! Huh!? You bitch!”

“I don’t want anything from you.” Came the unexpected reply.

“Wait, what?!” I placed my hand over my mouth in shock. “Oh my God! I can understand you! Do you speak English? How?”

“No, you are speaking this English. I am speaking my dialect from the Jira Mountains. It seems the implant in your throat and head are working as intended.” She tapped on what looked like a tablet. “You should experience some discomfort in the throat and the back of your head for a few days. This is normal, and you’ve been cleaned in a sanitizing solution just as much for your sake as ours, for the scans aren’t picking up any signs of illness. This is good because we won’t know how to treat you if you get sick.”

“What did you do? Are you going to kill me?”

“No, if you died, I wouldn’t be the one to do it. Besides, having an alien take to the translator and resemble them more is a prize they wouldn’t eradicate so easily, so relax. You’re better off than most new aliens they encounter.”

“New aliens? We’re not the first they’ve done this to?”

“Let me guess. You feel victimized, as you should be. But wouldn’t your kind do the same to a new alien crossing their borders?”

“Never! We would try to understand it, maybe talk to it! You have no idea how long we searched for life beyond ourselves!” I spat angrily but couldn’t tell why. I suppose I felt insulted.

“It must be nice to live so peacefully then,” she shrugged. "But you’re not at home anymore. You’re here, and we do things differently. You are now the property of His Royal Highness Prince Lorvian.”

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