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They easily subdue me, and the pain crosses into a new threshold.
"Get off of me," I growl.
They bind me with leather bands that constrict tighter and tighter until it's impossible to move at all. When I'm nice and snug, they roll me over and force a black, leather mask over my head. There are no eye holes. No holes for my nostrils. There is a small tube that fits into the mouth. That's it.
I bite down and breathe, but I hyperventilate. My vision wanes, and I lose all bodily sensation.
"Help," I try to say. It comes out as a pathetic muffled cry. I twist and shake from a lack of oxygen. Choking, my lungs feel like they’re turning inward.
The craft takes off, and even though I'm at my lowest point, I somehow laugh.
I've always tried to control things, but the more I hold on, the harder it gets. Caught for the se
cond time, I'm torn away from my mission of love.
I close my eyes and let the fire of my anger and resentment burn into my heart. I let the past go, but Anna remains. she is the one constant, the one person on my side. She is the only one that can see any good in me.
I laugh again, but not because anything is funny. The tears are building behind my mask of leather. It may have started out as good pussy, the best I’d ever had. But Anna was so much more. We were so much more.
There's nothing I wouldn't do to get her back, but I am trapped. Maybe it's naïve to think I'll ever see her again. If these bastards kill me, I hope she finds a way off this planet.
She deserves freedom.
Anna
“Anna, what on earth do you think you’re doing?”
Clara’s voice is sharp, and her face pale and full of fear. For someone who wanted to free these women, she sure is adamant about getting me to stop short of the entrance.
Pausing at the edge of the bank, I watch as the alphas lead the women into the facility. Finally, Clara catches up to me and pinches my arm. “Slow the hell down. We can’t just charge the place. We need to figure out a plan,” she says.
A plan? She hasn’t seen the new me. Not really. Before I met Ax, I was scared of taking charge, but now I’ve seen and experienced enough to prepare for this place. And now that I’m back, I’m ready. I can do this.
“I’m one step ahead of you,” I say. “Put on that mask and activate the voice changer. I need you to get me inside.”
She holds the clay mask, trembling. We’re yards away from the Syndicate slavers, and all of this has suddenly turned very real to her.
When Clara speaks, she stutters. “I can’t do it, Anna. I know this was my idea, but it is too much. I mean, whatever happened to us little girls playing tag around the barracks?”
It’s a charming memory, but nothing will bring me as much joy as lighting this place up. “We aren’t little girls anymore. And our happiness was possible off the backs of these women and their suffering. For once in our lives, we have to do something real,” I say. “It’s time to be heroes.”
She sucks in three breaths and punches the air to pump herself up. “You’re right.”
When Clara agrees to infiltrate the premises, I feel a great burden lift from my shoulders. She is with me on this. We’re friends again.
I grab the mask and tighten it around her face. I turn on the voice changer and kiss her forehead. She’s going to do great. “Okay, so here’s the plan. You’re a bounty hunter who caught me fleeing the Red Sands. You’re here to collect a debt, but do not let them take me out of sight, okay? Just stick to the character, and lead me in with the rest of the women.”
She asks, voice low and gruff, “What if they detain us both?”
“Then we will finally meet the leaders of the Syndicate,” I say.
It’s not the answer she probably wants to hear, but I think back to when Ax shut me in that water reservoir. Those weeks were brutal, but they made me think about my place in the universe. There wasn’t a night that passed where I didn’t think about killing every last one of those alpha fucks.
These women never got the same chance I did. They never got to move forward with their lives. I need to save them.
Clara and I are nothing like those little girls playing tag throughout the military base. We are soldiers. Heroes. For real, this time.
She pushes me forward, and I bow my head, remembering how it felt to first arrive here. The chaos. The scent of punishment. Guards surrounding us. It was horrible.
