Page 19 of Chosen
I wanted to curl up in a ball and forgot about my past. But first there was something I needed to figure out.
Where the hell am I and how did I get here?
I don’t have a chance to dwell on these thoughts before the door opens and the room is suddenly is awash with light. Standing in the doorway is Sector Leader 10.
“What is this commotion?”
The deepness of his voice still surprises me. It makes me tremble.
I open my mouth to reply but no words come out.
“I asked you a question and I expect an answer. I don’t like repeating myself. It would behoove you to remember that.”
My lips go dry and I run tongue over them before speaking. “I…I had a bad dream.” I want to ask him where we are but I think better of it.
“We should land in Sector 10 by morning. Until then, it’s time to get some rest.”
So we’re on a plane, I gather from the context clues. I’d never been on a plane before nor did I ever expect to experience one. But it doesn’t have time to sink in with the Sector Leader in the room. He’s so large and imposing, he practically swallows up the space making this already small area seem tiny.
He closes the door behind him and steps further into the room.
I clutch the blanket against my chest warily as he moves closer to the bed. He halts and stares down at me as if he’s examining an object on display and not a human being.
Though he doesn’t speak. I can figure out what he wants. This is what I’ve been selected for after all. If I can just get this over with maybe he’ll leave me alone for the rest of the plane ride.
I drop the comforter and slide out of bed. I realize whoever had placed me in bed had removed my dress.
I dare to look at his face. His light blue gaze is focused on me but he says nothing. I’m not sure if it’s his beard that makes it hard to read his expression of if he’s stony faced in general but I quickly lower my head.
This is the time when I allow the numb to take over again. It will help me get through what I need to do next.
I take a deep breath before unclipping my bra and tossing it to the side. I push my panties down until they pool at my feet and I kick them away. Standing completely naked under his burning gaze my heart begins to beat erratically. I don’t know why my nerves have been activated. I shouldn’t feel anything at all. Yet, I’m starting to tremble under his stare.
“Turn around,” he commands so softly, I could have imagined it. But when he makes a low growling noise in the back of his throat, I realize I didn’t.
I bite my bottom lip and turn to reveal my backside. I shouldn’t give a single damn about what he thinks of what he’s seeing but I’m reminded of how it must appear to him. I shouldn’t feel ashamed. What’s on my back is the handiwork of his people after all, yet embarrassment creeps into my psyche and my eyes well with tears that I quickly blink away.
So much for giving into the numb. I’d tried so desperately to be brave but now, coupled with the dream I’d had earlier, I’m reminded of the harrowing experience I’d suffered at my last assignment.
There had been no indication that he’d moved at all, his steps were so silent that I jump when he places his hand on my shoulder.
Still, he doesn’t speak, but instead he runs his fingers long the puckered scars on my back that trail all the way down to my buttocks. I’d only dared to examine myself in the mirror once after I’d received these wounds and it was enough to make me vomit so I can only imagine what he thought of them.
I force myself not to flinch away from his touch which is surprisingly gentle. His hands are large and warm, yet I’m not filled with the disgust I’ve grown accustomed to when being in contact with asuperiors.
He continues the exploration of my imperfections, moving his hands lower until he cups my ass in one palm. My breath hitches in my throat, and I stiffen.
Suddenly he grips my shoulders and pulls me against him, my back flush to the hard wall of his chest. He lowers his head and buries his face against my neck.
Out of habit, I instinctively attempt to pull away, but I’m no match for his strength. He hardly has to exert himself to keep mein place. My entire body begins to shake as he continues to sniff me and I’m not sure what to think.
Removing one hand from my shoulder he splays it over my belly to give me a gentle caress. Something hard presses into my back and I immediately know what it is. I’m all too familiar with it. His hardness reminds me of why I’m here in the first place. Instead of that the feeling of dread, I’d expected to experience, an inexplicable heat courses through my body.
My mouth falls open as my breathing becomes shallow. What’s happening to me? I don’t understand this warmth that’s building within the pit of my stomach. He plucks one of my nipples and then the other and my thighs begin to quiver.
A low moan escapes my throat and just as quickly as he’d grabbed me, he pulls away.
“You should get some rest before we land. When we arrive in Sector 10, I’ll see that you’re given some proper clothing to cover up.”
