Entrapped To Alien Lords Free chapter novel Chapter 3

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"That was a horrible noise, Ciara," the bearded man commented.

"I apologize, Master," I sobbed, grateful the long haired man had suddenly freed my arm.

The bearded man spoke to the long haired man sharply then, "Use less force, Evan. You act as though we have not been trained."

The man named Master Evan pulled me to stand as he grunted an apology to the bearded man.

"It ran at me," he said, "I was surprised."

I stood and trembled between the two men. Powerful did not begin to describe them. Despite my objections the long haired man, Master Evan, had quite simply moved me to the floor like I wasn't fighting him. My arm throbbed as a vivid reminder of how not to act.

The men were looking at me and I realized I had been staring at them.

I wasn't sure how I had ever confused them for human. For one, they were too tall. Secondly, their eyes were different, larger and more feline. Their skin also should have told me, it was very faintly striped gold and golden brown. There were subtle and distinct differences between us.

I dropped my eyes, but not before taking in Master Evan's complete form. He was tall and his muscles were well defined in his arms and chest. Like the bearded man he also had a good number of scars that cut across his body. Unlike the bearded man he had less chest hair.

"Your eyes are green, Ciara. None of us have green eyes," Master Evan said conversationally.

I had no response to that but looked up at his face again. Master Evan had a lopsided smile on. He was just intently watching me. For a man that had nearly ripped my arm off, he seemed almost good humored.

The bearded man was standing watching me also, but seemed to have deferred the conversation to Master Evan.

"What is Ciara? Why are you calling me that? My name is Rachel," I said to him in a pleading voice.

"That's twice you didn't follow instructions, Ciara. I would be happy to answer your question if you apologize for not addressing us properly. Be forewarned, the punishment will only get worse the longer you defy us," he said in that pleasant tone.

The lanky guy on the bed spoke before I had the chance to. "Liam told me the first they did with their slave was take it down and show it the whipping post. He told me they strapped it to the post and left it there half the day, after that they had no problems."

I'd been beaten by my mother and her brothers on more than one occasion. These guys were much tougher than my family. I had no urge to repeat an experience like that ever again.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you Master, Master. Please, tell me where I am. Why are you calling me Ciara? Why am I here? I'm sorry, Master." I stumbled all over my words and looked at the floor.

Tears started to fill my eyes, again. I was too weak; I should fight them. The entire experience was humiliating.

"We have named you Ciara that is why I am calling you that. You are on the planet Pateria. You are our sex slave."

I gasp looking up but he continued to speak.

"You were brought from your home planet through a dimensional portal. They don't open often on your world, so you can't go back. If you are agreeable your life here will be pleasant. If you can't be agreeable, well, we'll be very sorry for that."

Master Evan finished his speech by quickly wiping a tear off my cheek. I watched as he brought it to his lips.

"Well?" the dark haired man on the bed asked looking at Master Evan.

"Salt and something else," he said.

The lanky man spoke then, "Ciara, what do you keep making with your eyes?" he asked curiously.

I didn't have a word for it in the language I was thinking in. "I'm sorry, Master," I said getting flustered, "there is no word ... Master."

"Was there a word in your first language?" the lanky man asked.

I thought hard for a minute and tried to remember, it finally came to me. "Tear, Master," I said triumphantly.

My face fell the minute I realized what an idiot I was being. In my confusion, Master Evan had wrapped his hand around my arm and was pulling me back to the bed.

The dark haired man looked at the lanky guy sharply as he spoke. "It is not to speak of it's home planet again, Christof. Do not encourage that behavior," he said.

Master Evan continued to tug me toward the bed and I resisted.

"Please," I cried with a wavering voice pulling against him, "don't do this. Please don't hurt me. I want to go home."

The words sex slave kept rolling around in my head. I was not cut out to be anyone's sex slave.

Master Evan pulled harder and I stumbled forward. The arm still ached from his prior abuse, so I didn't fight too hard against him. Instead, I looked around the room for some other way out.

My frantic eyes locked on the bed and the two figures still lounging there. The dark haired man I had originally thought bought me was watching my display intently.

"We have no wish to harm you," he said. "We have paid a great deal for you and only wish to explore what we have bought."

'They paid a lot? For me?' I was so surprised that I stopped pulling against Master Evan for a moment.

I saw a fifth figure moving into the room. He held a large brown jug in his hands.