Page 16 of Aurelian Prisoner

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Allie

One moment I’m being read my charges.

The next I’m being grabbed.

I don’t even have a moment to think of my next move before one of these huge aliens – the one called Kitos – snatches me up, out of his leader’s lap, and throws me abruptly over his shoulder like I’m just a child.

Before I can process that indignity, Daccia leaps up andslamshis foot against the door of the private room – smashing it open and obliterating anything behind it.

As the dust settles, I gasp – seeing Obbit laid flat on his back in the hallway.

Obbit – the five-hundred-pound Toad, who’d pinned me to the wall earlier like I was nothing. That burly Aurelian just knocked the enormous Toad down like he weighed less than I did.

As satisfying as it was to watch Obbit whimpering on the ground, I realized it was bad news for me.

I’d been utterly wrong in my read. From their huge erections, and the way they’d made me dance for them, I’d assumed these aliens truly were the Rogue Aurelians they’d posed as – frequenting Spur’s joint looking to buy a slave to add to their harem.

Instead, just as I’d feared, they’re really Aurelian Law Enforcement – come to capture me as I’d always feared they one day would…

But if they think they’re going to get me back to Colossus without a fight, these three bastards will have another think coming.

I kick and squirm in Kitos’ grasp, but there’s no chance to get away. The Aurelian has a tight grip around me with a single, burly arm – even while he draws his Orb-Weapon with the other.

Fuck! They’re going to bust me out of here – steal me from Spur!

I’m jarred as Kitos bolts forward in pursuit of his leader. My body bounces as the towering Aurelian barrels down the hallway. Daccia leads the way – smashing his way through a pair of Spur’s guards, not even bothering to cut them down as he rushes forward.

The corridor beyond is lit up like a casino – all in an effort to coax the patrons of Spur’s to pay for private dances, and sometimes more. The blue and purple lights washing over us serve as a contrast to the violence suddenly happening all around me.

Everything happened so quickly that not even Spur’s employees know what’s going on – but they know that something’s wrong. The guards and henchman that Spur has stationed around the club all come lurching forward to block the Aurelians – but they don’t get very far.

I turn my head painfully to try to get a view in front of me. Daccia uses that same kicking technique to smash his way through another doorway – this one leading into the back alleyway behind the club. I’m carried by Kitos outside, into the chill evening air.

Outside, the streets of the city are rundown. A homeless man’s eyes widen as we emerge into the alleyway. He’d been slumped against a wall, drinking cheap liquor, and the expression on his face suggests he’s not even sure if he’s really seeing what he’s seeing; or if the hooch is giving him hallucinations.

I can’t really blame the poor drunk. It’s not every day you see three, huge alien warriors burst through a doorway, one of them carrying a half-naked, kicking and screaming girl across his shoulder.

The drunk isn’t the first person I’d have appealed to – but I don’t exactly have the luxury of choice right now.

“Get help!” I scream at him – but the homeless man just looks at me blankly.

Shit. That means – just like it’s been for my whole life - the only person who’s going to help me…

…isme.

Yep – it’s the same story as it’s been for my whole fucking life. Still, I’m not about to stop now.

“Put me down!” I kick and scream. “Dammit, put me down!”

The sharp crack of a hand against my ass is a humiliating reminder that these three Aurelians are in control. I’m helpless in Kitos’ grasp as the three of them jog down the alleyway at a controlled pace, then make a quick right turn out into the main street.

Out amidst the crowd, Kitos reluctantly puts me down – but he keeps his hand firmly on the small of my back, forcing me forward.

“You make one more attempt to escape,” the Aurelians warns, “and you’ll be going right back over my shoulder.”

I snarl at him – but obey the inexorable pressure of his hand. It’s clear any attempt to escape will be punished – and potentially by more than just a smack on the ass.

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