Intergalactic Desire by Fiery Desires Page A

lifted her clean off the ground.
    Gone was the disarming smile, replaced by a wicked grin at her writhing form. “I bet you didn’t see this coming, little girl.”
    His eyes burned bright purple while he attempted to choke the life out of her.
     
    “You should’ve kept running.”
     
    Before Sia could defend herself, he knocked her head against the brick wall. The swift and savage movement made her cranium crack dully and her eyes rolled back as the darkness overcame her.
    With an air of disgust he released her and watched as she slid to the ground in a crumpled heap.
     
    “That was almost too easy.”
    Without flinching, he took hold of Sia’s bony wrists and began dragging her unconscious body down the alley.

Chapter 3
     
    When Sia woke, it felt like whole decades had marched on without her.
    Blinking repeatedly, she tried to make sense of the swimming colors and odd scents assaulting her nostrils.
    She took in her surroundings: a spacious room with a tall ceiling and skylights but little light. The floors and walls were covered with graffiti and strange symbols from a language Sia didn’t recognize.
    On the shelves lining the walls were glass jars filled with grotesque creatures floating in bright green liquid. The slow burble of oxygen bubbles floating to the tops of the jars made Sia’s stomach clench painfully around the bagel she’d had for breakfast.
     
    “Good, you’re finally awake.”
     
    That voice made her blood rage fiercely through her veins as she struggled to get up. But she was bound at the wrists, legs and neck with tight, plastic cords and strapped to a hospital bed. All around her he’d positioned an array of instruments and devices, as if she were being prepped for surgery. But something told her this wasn’t a medical facility: at least not a human one.
    He strolled forward. And in that moment, Sia hated him.
    “I bet you’re totally buggin’ right now. I was super nice to you right before I kidnapped you earlier–awkward!” He gloated.
    “Who are you? What do you want?” Sia’s voice shook.
     
    The handsome stranger began pacing around Sia’s bed, the rhythmic footfall of his sneakers thumping in her ears.
     
    “My name is Crev Mort—‘Crev’ for short. I am a Stratan.” He declared.
     
    “O-k… Is that like some fancy-ass frat? Sigma Stratan maybe?”
     
    Crev grinned appreciatively at the retort. “The Stratans are not of your world, Sia Dodge.”
     
    Sia let out a hoarse chuckle.
    “Alrighty then… Someone’s jazzed for April Fool—” her sarcasm was cut short when Crev suddenly grabbed her by the hair from behind and yanked back until her throat was restricted around her vocal cords. She could see two glowing, purple eyes glaring down at her, turning her blood to ice.
     
    “You dare mock me, human girl? You need only look around to know the truth of your situation. I have searched high and low for you and I will not be denied. Turk! Bring me the provan! It is time for the humans to prove their worth to us.”
    Another man emerged, shorter than Crev and barefoot, carrying a device in his hands.
    He undid Sia’s blouse so that her bra-clad chest was now exposed.
    “What the fuck are you doing?!” Sia’s eyes fixated on the strange instrument.
     
    Crev grinned and clasped the device.
     
    “I’m going to get inside you.”
     
    Sia was powerless as Crev placed the device on her prostrate body. It didn’t pierce her, but latched onto the skin from the top of her rib cage to navel. It was hewn from a blackened metal and its serrated edges closely resembled a fish skeleton. It felt nothing like metal, but rather a slimy tentacle.
    The device glowed a violent orange, then blue intermittently.
    Sia’s heart dropped into her stomach as it croaked, like a living, breathing predator that relished in her nauseating fear.
     
    “Now this is very interesting,” Crev’s eyes skimmed over Sia’s flesh. “The provan says you’ve been holding out on us,