Page 29 of Broken Triad

“Wait, you think General Ra’al and his triad are idiots? After what you did in the garden, you don’t think they’ll realize it’s you who took me? Be logical!”

I get a flash of an image in my mind. The three of their heads decapitated, rolling in the sand, their eyes able to glance out and see me for one last moment before they go blank forever.

I sometimes imagined cutting Paulus’ head off. Those images filled me with cold triumph, helping me get through the awful days of servitude.

I’m not sure what I feel about the picture in my mind of the three aliens cut down, by my words as much as the executioner’s Orb-Axe if I escape and tell the Generals what happened.

“We are the ones Ra’al will least suspect,” states Krazak grimly, his voice going cold. His jaw clenches, battling something internal. “And if he does, he can prove nothing. We checked into our posts. We will return before the next checks. I say this only to help you accept your position, Lola. You don’t have to fight this.” He steps in closer, his long legs eating up the ground, his cock stirring to life under his black robes. I whimper in fear, the three men closing in, a huge, bulky wall of marble muscle and scarred, battle-worn power. The three men have endured things beyond my belief. I cannot imagine their minds.

“She is a smart one. Search her,” states Khra, cocking his head at Bolden. I jerk my gaze over to Khra. His sharp, intelligent eyes are watching me like a hawk, piercing through the wall I’ve kept up since being sold into servitude. This is only a new kind of servitude.

I’ll accept it—on the surface.

But inside, I will plot. Just as I made my plans for escape from Paulus, I will find a way out. I will keep an impregnable part of me, deep inside, that these three will never have. They can take my body, they can turn me into their perfect little servant to their dark, beastly alien desires, but they will never have my essence.

Bolden marches forward, and I panic. The knife comes to my hand before I can think, and I wave it wildly, stepping back, until I hit the stone wall. He doesn’t even blink. He grabs my wrist as I swing, and my grip loses its strength, the knife clattering to the ground.

“So that little bladewasfor us,” snarls Bolden, pressing my hand above my head and against the wall. With his other hand, he gropes over my body. He starts at my shoulders. I’m petrified, unable to do anything as he runs his hand down my arm, making me shiver. His hand is searching, like before, but as he slides his cool palm up my shirt, he can’t help but pause his fingers right under my breast, aching to grope my nipples.

“You think I’m hiding something in my tits?” I snap up at him, staring into his hot grey eyes, defiant. I will not let him think he’s won. I will not let him pretend this is some routine inspection.

He snarls, and his hand drops, trailing down the sensitive skin of my belly, making me shiver as he slides his hand to the band of my sweatpants. Goosebumps form over my flesh, a frisson up my spine, and I get hit by the wave of dark, primal lust, this ache that I can’t control, this powerful force that I both hate and love as he pauses with his huge, fat fingers at my waistline.

His nostrils flare. “I’m not the one pretending,” Bolden says, breathing in my scent. Then his hand slides over my sweatpants, feeling my thigh, until he finds the hard lump. His lips curl back in a sneer. “Naughty girl.”

I whimper in the rush of emotion and fear, not knowing what he’ll do to me, when he slides his fingers down my pants. They graze my inner thigh, making me tingle between my legs, a rush of heat as he finds the hidden slit I made with the knife and pulls out the smartwatch. “Any more tricks up your sleeve?” His voice is raspy and deep. I feel it more than hear it, and his slate-grey eyes have an edge to wildness in them that sends a rush of fear through me. His nostrils flare, and he smells it, and draws his hand up quickly.

“No,” I whisper, my voice breaking. His face is inches from mine as he crouches to search me, and I still have to crane my neck way up to look at him.

His grip gets more gentle around my wrist above my head while his right hand slides over my body, brusque and professional, searching me as he pats me down. My nipples pebble under his rough touch, involuntarily, my body reacting to his power, my utter helplessness trapped in the wilderness in the cave with three brute warriors who are cruel one moment and tender the next.

His hand slides upwards and traces my collarbone, then wraps ever so gently around my throat. I should be terrified, but there’s a tenderness to it as he strokes my sensitive skin, his thumb resting on my artery. He can feel the heavy beating of my life’s blood. He has the entirety of my being in his control.

“If you had sent out a distress signal with that watch, we’d be dead. Is that what you want, Lola? For us to die when you’re the first thing that’s made me feel alive since…” I’m not used to him speaking so much. Neither is he. He’s caught up in the moment, his cold eyes softening, filled with warmth, with lust, with an aching need as the brutal warrior becomes vulnerable.

“No,” I say, and I’m about to say more when he leans in more. His one hand is around my wrist, the other wrapped around the back of my neck, and I’m pressed against the cold rock of the cave as his lips brush against mine, soft and gentle. I moan as he kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his power washing over me, when I snap out of the trance he puts me into.

I bite his lip, hard, tasting blood. To my shock, his grip around my throat does not tighten. Instead, he kisses me harder, deeper, his huge tongue sliding into my mouth and forcing my teeth open, ignoring the pain as he presses me against the wall. His huge dick rears up, like it has a mind of its own, like it’s controlling his body as it presses against my stomach. Bolden is the most beastly of the three, the most animalistic, the least able to control his need as I swirl my tongue against his, tasting blood, my thoughts churning, the primal ache for the huge alpha welling up deep inside of me.

“We have thirty minutes to get back to our post. We need to move quickly before the next check.” Khra’s cold, icy voice cuts through the heat of the moment, his words unnaturally crisp, spoken in my language. Bolden stops kissing me, and he blinks in confusion, as taken by the moment as I am. He lets go of me like I’m on fire, stepping back, growing rigid.

When he steps back, his grip releasing from my throat and hand, I’m petrified. Bolden jerks his head, like he’s shaking me off, and turns, stalking towards the cave edge.

Dammit, what am I doing!

I fought him at first. I bit against his kiss. I waved a knife at him…

And then I melted under his dominance. I’m soaking wet, my pussy tingling, empty in a way I’ve never felt before. I had expected them to take me, no matter what I said, like cruel, evil beasts, but the way he kissed me, the way he smelled the fear in my scent and held back during the search…

I’m so conflicted, so unsure about these three and their motivations.

The three men look over the lip of the cave, as if they can’t stand to see me. Their legs tense, preparing to jump down and scale the wall. Just like that, they’re going to leave me alone in my prison, helpless to do anything but wait for them.

“Leave me a weapon. I don’t want to be here alone,” I say, trying to find an advantage.

Krazak cocks his head. “So that you can use it on us when we return?”

“What good would it do? Even with a gun, I couldn’t do anything to the three of you,” I say, imagining pointing a weapon at Krazak and having him rush forward and knock it out of my hand before I could pull the trigger.

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