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I pulled on a pretty light blue wrap dress, making sure that this particular one had pockets. I slipped into the restroom and pocketed the medicine, leaving the paper where it was until I was sure that the crinkling of paper wouldn’t give me away. Next, I wandered into the liquor pantry. Hundreds of bottles were stored away on shelves. Wine. Whiskey. Scotch. Brandy. Vodkas and rums. Pretty much anything you could ever imagine was in this stock and it was all top shelf. The best money could buy.
I assumed it would have been too expensive to ship this booze to whatever colony this family had escaped to. If they had escaped anyway. If they hadn’t been killed in the invasion. I bit my lip, trying not to think about it too much.
My Vakarran captors enjoyed a good glass of whiskey. I could see quite a few bottles of it and ran my hands over the glass, recognizing lesser brands such as Crown Royal and Johnnie Walker and paused once I reached a bottle of Macallan from the year 1946. It was ancient but rumored to be one of the best bottles of whiskey in the world. At least, that’s what the special metal engraved label said beneath the elaborate decanter. It was so rare that it was valued at well over fifty-five million dollars, but there were so few left in the world that even that price was probably an underestimate.
Not that money really had any value now.
I gripped the neck and brought it out to the marble island in the kitchen.
I grabbed four glasses and plopped one large round ice cube in each. Since Davon had hacked into the electrical grid, we’d been able to use some of the utilities in the apartment, such as the automated icemaker. There was even a setting for ice balls, which the men particularly liked for drinking a good glass of booze.
I looked around and none of the men were around or in sight. I took the medicine out of my p
ocket and poured a little into each glass. I looked at the low level of clear liquid in each and added just a little extra, nervous if it was enough for men of their size. I heard someone walking and I quickly hid the little bottle in my pocket before I took the decanter and popped the top. Pouring a hefty double shot in each glass, I prayed that they wouldn’t be able to taste the sleeping medication over the alcohol.
Davon walked into the room and groaned with delight.
“Well well, what did you find, you little minx?” he purred and all at once, I felt terrible, but I did my best to hide it. Plastering a lopsided grin on my lips, I shrugged.
“All this delicious booze here and no one to drink it,” I replied thoughtfully. He smirked.
“Isn’t that the truth,” he murmured, before striding forward and grabbing himself the heaviest pour. He lifted it to his lips and took a sip and I could had sworn my heart stopped.
The other three men walked into the kitchen upon hearing the commotion.
“What’s going on out here?” Ryder asked. He sighed with happiness upon seeing the aged whiskey. He went up and grabbed one, while Aarom and Morgn did the same.
“What about you? Where’s yours?” Aarom pressed, his eyes crinkling with friendly delight. He took it upon himself to grab another glass and pour me a hefty amount and practically forced it into my hands. “Take a sip.”
I knew it was a test. My ass tingled in response. Aarom hadn’t been afraid to spank me when I disobeyed or hesitated in obeying him. He had told me that he wanted to teach me to submit, for my own protection. Feeling playful, yet nervous, I took the smallest sip and he cocked his head and smiled.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and my pussy clenched in excitement.
Then I remembered what I was doing. I was drugging them so that I could escape. To them, I would be a traitor. I was betraying them, despite their need to show me nothing but kindness. I looked away, afraid I was about to cry.
I took a larger swig and feigned a cough.
Morgn studied me then and I was afraid he would know. He always seemed to know what I was thinking before I thought it. Smart, quiet, mysterious, and always ready to punish me when he wanted to.
“Davon! Can you try putting another hologram on?” I asked, trying to take the attention off of myself.
“Of course,” he answered. I topped off the men’s liquor before we went, while skipping mine. I wanted to be clearheaded later, when I would need to be. The five of us cuddled up on the couch after Davon finagled some sort of superhero hologram movie.
In less than an hour, they were all passed out. I moved to get up and Morgn, who had insisted on holding me close, groaned in protest. I stilled.
After waiting a good five more minutes, they didn’t stir. In fact, it looked like they had fallen deeper into their slumber than ever.
I ran into the bathroom and grabbed the sheet of paper from between the towels. I entered the closet and chose a pair of black leather pants, a dark t-shirt, and a metal engraved black jacket. I recognized the metal as bulletproof technology and sighed with relief. Lastly, I chose a pair of combat boots. They were too big at first, but when I put them on, they shrank to my size until they were a perfect fit.
I looked out the window to the flying vehicle but opted to exit the penthouse deeper in a different way. Thanks to Davon’s tinkering with the electricity, the elevator worked just fine, transferring me down more than two hundred and fifty floors in three seconds flat.
I rushed out onto the first floor and out the door as quickly as I could. Sticking to the building, I ran off in the direction of the mall that the map had indicated. The past week, I had studied it whenever I could, whenever I was allowed a moment of privacy of course. The mall was a good two miles away, so I moved as fast as I could. I needed to get away from that apartment building as soon as possible.
I ran between abandoned flying cars crashed on the ground, guessing that their antigravity settings had failed once the aliens had invaded. Vines and weeds had grown over top of everything. It was incredible how rapidly nature had taken over once humans were gone from the city. It gave me hope actually.
One day. One day we would be free. One day, we’d conquer the Vakarrans.
The first step toward that was ensuring my own freedom.
