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The sun was beginning to set, and the shadows began to lengthen. Over the course of the next ten minutes or so, I sprinted down the street, wanting to get as far as I could while there was still a little trickle of daylight. I checked street signs, ensuring that I was still on course and was pleased to see that I was getting pretty close to the meeting point.
The night took hold in silence, the only sounds being my own footsteps echoing against the concrete. Here, animals didn’t even dwell. There was nothing for them here. I hated it.
I hated myself. I prayed that I hadn’t killed them. I hadn’t even thought to ask. The girl, Nina, had told me Vakarrans were weak to it, but I didn’t know how weak. The four of them could be dead right now. Tears threatened to fall but I swiped them away as quickly as I could.
I couldn’t be feeling for them. I couldn’t love them. It couldn’t be real.
It was as if I could feel my heart breaking in my chest.
I ran harder, trying to escape my feelings but there was no running from them.
My grief tore a hole inside of me, a black hole that ate away at my insides without mercy. A week in their custody and I’d fallen for them.
I was pathetic.
Kira would be so disappointed in me. Me, her sister, a human, falling for the enemy. Four Vakarrans, no less. Four fucking sexy, dominant Vakarrans.
I saw the mall ahead of me and breathed a sigh of relief. I stole inside and made my way toward the back, where there was a huge physical store full of the latest technology, at least from over ten years ago. Looking around, the store was a mess. It must have been looted in the invasion or after, who knows. Lot of good it did them.
We’d lost anyway.
I waited in the home goods department. That spot had been written on the back of the map. I sat down on the bed and curled my knees up into my chest.
I simply breathed, tried to push my true feelings away as quickly as I could. I couldn’t be weak. I had to be strong, a warrior. I was a woman, a Stryke no less.
I heard a boot scuff behind me and then a black hood descended over my face. It tightened around my throat and I kicked and struggled, but multiple bodies amassed around me. Ice-cold fear took a hold of my heart and I hoped against hope that this was just my Vakarrans teaching me a lesson. I prayed this was Morgn’s idea and not the humans that were supposed to be rescuing me.
Someone hit me hard on the back of my head and my eyes fluttered up. I knew no more after that.
When I woke up, my head throbbed something terrible. I moaned softly and tried to bring my hands to my head, only to find that they were tied behind my back. A gag split my mouth in two and my cheek pressed against cold concrete. I was still wearing my clothes at least, or I would have probably frozen to death in this cool dank cell.
My body felt sore, like I’d been tossed around and thrown in here. I lifted my head and looked around, seeing nothing but dark gray concrete walls. In the corner of the room, way up toward the top of the ten-foot ceilings, was a tiny window with bars. Thick glass seemed to allow the weakest light through, I guessed from the light of the moon. It was still night, from what I could tell.
I wondered if I’d been out for minutes, or hours. I tried to get up but found that my ankles were tied together too. I curled backwards, trying to use my fingers to untie the rope at my ankles. I loosened it just a bit and was able to slide one foot out and then the other. I rolled back and forth until I forced myself up into a seated position. I moved my tied wrists under my ass and threaded them under my feet as I pulled my knees into my chest. I rolled my shoulders, whimpering from the feeling of having my hands bound for a substantial amount of time. Using my teeth, I tried to untie myself, but
it took far longer than I anticipated. I cut my lips on the roughness of the rope in the process.
When I finally had my hands free, I touched my head, feeling dirt, blood, and grime matted at the back of my scalp. I pulled my hand away and moved it in front of my face, seeing the fresh red tint of it on my fingers.
My head pounded even harder.
My Vakarrans wouldn’t have done this to me. Never in a million years would they have blinded me with a mask and struck me hard enough to where I’d bleed.
Fuck. Where was I? God, my head fucking hurt.
The walls surrounding me gave nothing away. A big steel door with a single barred window was the only way in or out. It was strangely quiet around me, until I heard a feminine scream to my right and then another to my left.
I stood up and moved closer to the door.
The sound of heavy footsteps caused me to retreat. They walked past my door and I moved back to the corner of the window, watching as a group of men in heavy camo gear strode far down a long hallway.
I leaned back against the wall.
Shit. Definitely not my Vakarrans.
I slid down the wall and looked up at the window in the cell. It seemed to be lighting a little outside. Maybe the sun was rising.
I wondered if my aliens were still alive or if I’d killed them. I didn’t know. I bit my lip hard and my eyes watered.
