19. Roxanne

Chapter 19

Roxanne

Broken

I gasp in terror as the Golden Warrior's sharp teeth and golden eyes stare down at me. His pale skin contrasts with his golden armor. He, too, is an unknown alien with his long-muzzled face with sharp features. His grip on my robes is tight and unforgiving. I feel the pulse of his anger radiating off him in waves as I frantically look around for a means to escape.

"I see you have been meddling with the master's ship," he snarls, his voice like gravel. "He will punish you for this."

He quickly reverses the changes I made on the ship's systems, causing it to lurch and shudder beneath us. The sound of metal scraping against metal fills my ears, drowning out my own panicked breathing. I struggle to break free from his grip, but it's no use. I'm at his mercy now.

The Golden Warrior drags me by the scuff of my robes and my butt painfully scrapes against the ground. I kick and scream with all my might, but it's like trying to pull against a brick wall. He hurries us through the narrow corridors, passing the same twists and turns I navigated before. My dread builds as I wonder what he… or this ‘master' plans to do with me.

Soon, we enter a room adorned with exotic ornaments and trinkets hanging from the walls and displays. My eyes widen in wonder at the intricate details of each piece. Some of them appear like elaborate items of jewelry, cast in strange materials that glow faintly, framed beautifully by engraved gleaming metals. Elsewhere, other items are made of dull metal but obviously technological, like some ancient, recovered devices preserved in a museum. Everything is from different cultures and times. They are on display to impress upon any visitor that whoever dwells here is a person of great importance.

In the center sits an ornate desk with a console, flanked by two red luxurious lounges. The material looks incredibly fine. The Golden Warrior grabs me roughly and yanks me towards a strange golden circle engraved on the floor and ceiling, rudely interrupting my gawking. I feel my breathing become erratic as I fear what might come next.

The Golden Warrior takes a step back, and in an instant, a cage of pulsating red laser beams materializes around me. Trapped inside, the humming of the bars of light sends chills down my spine. The warrior's gaze roams over my body with a predatory hunger. "Perhaps the master will let me have a taste once he tires of you," he says, his voice dripping with lust. Panic sets in, and I wrap my arms around myself protectively. The warrior then turns abruptly, exiting the room, leaving me alone like a bird trapped in a cage, with only my fear as company.

I stand motionless, my pulse racing as the minutes tick by. I try to control my breathing, but every time I contemplate what horror might come next, my breath becomes frantic again. As I await my fate, my mind wanders to Krogoth. After meeting all these other aliens, I realize what an honorable brute he is… is. Please God, let him be ok. I've never felt more valued or safe, and now he's gone and I'm trapped in this… nightmare.

I can't believe it has taken me being kidnapped…again… to grasp the depths of my feelings for Krogoth, He has made me feel valued and cherished, igniting a sense of purpose within me that I hadn't felt in ages. If only I realized how I felt earlier how much he means to me.

I hug myself tightly, trying to hold in the grief of being apart from him. It's like a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I curse myself for not speaking up, for not being able to tell him how I feel. Now it is too late .

My knees give way beneath me and I crumple to the ground and sob.

It feels like hours have passed before the room door finally whizzes open and in steps a hugely corpulent and bloated Glaseroid. I stand up and quickly wipe the long, dried tears from my eyes. Be strong, Roxy . The stench of sweat and grease wafts toward me as he waddles over to my cell, his jowls jiggling with each step. He smiles broadly, revealing rows of yellowed teeth that are too large for his mouth.

As he eyes me greedily from top to bottom, a wave of revulsion washes over me. This Glaseroid must be the master of this ship . He wears loose, elaborate robes trimmed in gold, and all of his limbs and fingers are decked in golden rings, bracelets, and bangles. He even wears a small golden circlet upon his flat, narrow head. This creature clearly considers himself a man to be respected and revered, despite his repulsive appearance.

The Glaseroid walks around my cage, studying me with his bug eyes, tilting his head sideways to get a better look. I feel incredibly vulnerable as he examines me like an object. His six skittering limbs clap together in excitement. I want to scream at him, to tell him to stop. But I'm afraid of what he might do.

"Excellent," he exclaims. "Voluptuous robust body, ample bosom, soft skin. Yes, very unique. Yaksai spoke true. I've never seen your type before… What was it he said… Earth female?"

I shudder as he strokes my face through the cage with his sweaty hand. The sensation is repulsive, like the touch of a slimy insect.

"What are those ghastly clothes you're wearing? Klendathians are such savages to dress you—"

"Please, just let me go!" I exclaim, falling to my knees and sobbing.

"You dare interrupt me!" he roars, his rage filling his face. "The pretties do not speak unless addressed directly." He turns, taking a deep breath before turning around and regaining his composure.

"I look forward to training you personally," he says with a wicked smile. "Yes, as soon as your collar is prepared." He rubs his chins thoughtfully. "Considering how you sneaked out of your room and tampered with my ship, you shall be known as Slop henceforth. Does this please you, Slop? … Speak!"

My mind races, trying to think of what I can say to get out of here. "I… I—"

"How dull," he interrupts impatiently, looking disappointed. "Hardly surprising from primitives." His words sting like a slap to the face.

The corpulent Glaseroid turns his back, his pompous gait making the ground tremble beneath his weight as he waddles towards his ornate desk. The room feels suffocatingly small, with his massive bulk taking up so much space. His loose robes billow around him like a grotesque cloak.

"You will address me as Master," he declares, his voice dripping with conceit. "For I am the master of all you shall survey." He lifts his limbs high above his head, as if commanding the entire universe. The gold rings on his fingers glint in the light, a cruel symbol of his power.

"When your training is complete, Slop," he continues, his bug eyes gleaming with a twisted delight, "you will find pleasure in fulfilling my every wish. Then, when I tire of you, I shall let my esteemed visitors enjoy your unique services." A sickening chuckle escapes his jiggling jowls. I clutch my arms protectively around myself, trying not to tremble, imagining such a terrible fate.

As I turn to look at the door, it whirls open, and I hear footsteps. Three scantily clad alien females, each with a golden collar around her neck, enter the room with their heads bowed low, looking down submissively. Their presence makes me feel even more trapped and helpless.

As they catch sight of the Glaseroid, they suddenly come to life, hurrying over to him and giggling as they fawn over him. I feel sick to my stomach as I watch their nauseating display.

"Ah, excellent timing," the Glaseroid says with a self-satisfied grin. "You should observe and learn from my favorite pretties, Slop. If you're capable." He gestures to a copper-colored snake-like alien coiled at his side, kissing one of his skittering limbs. She has a cobra-shaped head and very fine, sharp features.

"This is my very favorite pretty, Jinx, a Nu'warian female. I could have bought a planet for the price I paid for her. But you were worth every credit, weren't you, Jinx?" He pats her on the head, and she almost hisses with pleasure.

"Yes, Great Master, I live to please you," she says fervently, rubbing her scaled head against his hand.

"The Jungarian is called Gums." The Glaseroid then turns his attention to the alien behind him, a furry black female with bright green spots dotted on her short furred skin. She has the same sharp eyes and long-muzzled face as the Golden Warrior, albeit with more feminine qualities.

"You see her coloring, Slop? She is one of a kind," he says, his voice laced with pride. "Has a temper, though. We had to remove her fangs when she bit out the throat of one of the other pretties. That was very naughty, wasn't it, Gums?"

Gums sensually rubs his shoulders while replying in a submissive voice, "Gums was very naughty to disobey the Great Master."

"The last and least is Znat. I believe you two are already acquainted." He eyes me suspiciously, his beady eyes narrowing. Znat, a petite and fragile-looking ethereal white colored alien with large jet-black eyes, stands expectantly beside him.

"This fool nearly let you escape. She'll have to make it up to me, isn't that right, Znat?" he sneers, his lips twisting into a cruel smile. Znat rushes to take one of his hands in hers, looking up at him with adoration and a hint of desperation.

The Glaseroid clicks his fingers, and Znat immediately rushes to kiss the fiend, her mouth opening hungrily as she seeks his tongue with hers. The sound of loud, wet, slapping noises fills the air as he eagerly envelops her mouth with his own. I'm going to throw up all over these fancy carpets.

I try to look away, but I can't help but notice the wet spots left over half of Znat's face. The sound of Znat's moans, mixed with his slurping, becomes unbearable, and I feel a sense of revulsion at the sight of their intimate display.

As if reading my thoughts, the Glaseroid looks at me with a smirk on his face, an unspoken promise to do the same to me in the near future. My senses are overwhelmed by the disgusting scene before me.

The Glaseroid finally speaks up, "Pretties, welcome Slop. She'll be joining us soon."

The three women turn towards me, responding in unison, "Welcome Slop." Jinx tilts her head curiously, but Gums and Znat look at me with a burning hatred and jealousy engraved in their eyes.

Znat moves to touch the Glaseroid but accidentally knocks over an object on his desk. In an instant, he erupts into a rage, screaming, "You stupid whore!" He quickly presses something on his golden bracelet, and Znat collapses to the ground, writhing in agony, pain etched on her features as she clutches the golden collar around her neck.

"Please, Great Master! Znat is sorry! Please!" she screams in agony. The Glaseroid breathes deeply, regaining control, turning off the cruel collar.

I stand in absolute horror, barely able to grasp that this is my future. The weight of this realization crashes down upon me, and I am paralyzed with fear. If there is any goodness in the universe, Krogoth will be alive, and I swear with everything I hold dear that I will never take him for granted again.

The sound of Znat's sobs echoes painfully in my ears.