Entrapped To Alien Lords Free chapter novel Chapter 31

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"Ask me questions," he demanded.

I had to grin at him. He had the stance of a fighter waiting for a physical blow. Knowing how much Master Damien hated questions, I could only imagine how this man felt. Here was a mighty Warrior stuck with the most annoying babysitting job on the planet.

"Could you tell me about you and your brothers, Keeper?" I asked shyly.

The man grinned and relaxed. He didn't mind talking about his family. My curiosity was strange, but it was a topic he adored.

He and his brothers had originally lived across the sea, a long way away. They were sent here by the Administrators when he had just reached Warrior status. He told me about the other village when I asked about it.

Fuji's owners had not been happy in the other compound. There was another family there they fought with constantly. When they were just boys they could be kept apart, but as adults they had the freedom to seek each other out. It had been a constant battle between the two groups.

This village was better, he told me. The men were more agreeable and less temperamental. He liked the other Warriors. While he enjoyed fighting with the bandits, discord in the compound was unpleasant. The Administrators had been good to them and sent them a nice place.

I pondered this strange piece of information. The Administrators worked for the women. The women must have not been happy this man and his brothers were upset. They moved them so they would fit in better.

The whole story was very paternalistic or in this case maternalistic.

As we got up to leave he looked at me quizzically, "I do not understand, slave. Have you been made happy?"

I looked around the little forest and remembered my friend. Being here made me feel closer to him. "Yes, thank you Keeper, I enjoyed my mid day meal."

We went back to the compound and I thought about Christof. I hoped he was doing well. Worries started to crawl around my brain, I stumbled over a root because I was perseverating on him. The Warrior I was with steadied me as he looked in my face.

"I have a sense for things, slave. I know you are worried about Christof. He will be fine. I do not understand what has happened to him. You must stay well while your Warriors are gone. I know humans become ill when they worry," he said leading me back to the compound.

"Yes, Keeper," I answered dutifully.

I went into the ocean as usual in the afternoon. I slipped through the grate and explored the deep water. The pull of the current was phenomenal deep down. I got caught in it and it pulled me a good way out. I made it back through the grate just as the Keepers were starting to pull everyone together. I chastised myself for almost getting caught.

As I pulled myself out of the water Fuji screamed. I jumped back and stared at her. All the girls were staring below my waist. I looked down and saw a bloody gash down the front of my right thigh. When I had gotten caught in the current I had slipped against a rock ledge, I didn't realize I was cut that badly. The wound was pouring blood.

The Keepers lost their minds, to put it simply. I was carried, despite my objections, back to the compound. They cleaned the jagged cut and started to apply a thick paste over it. Usually the men that cared for us were calm and distant; now they were nearly hysterical.

When the Warriors arrived I saw why. I jumped in between the two groups because Fuji's owners had drawn their blades in anger. They were approaching the Keepers with deadly intent.

"Please, it was my fault," I begged with hands extended, "I'm really clumsy," I begged.

They looked like Master Damien looked the last time I saw him. I was trembling in fear. It kept escaping my attention I was someone's property and they didn't want me damaged.

"Slave Keepers," the leader of Fuji's owner addressed the other men, "show us how to care for this until we get it to a healer."

The wound had started to drip blood the minute I stood up. The daytime Keepers showed Fuji's owners how to clean a human's wound and packed it with the thick cream again. My whole thigh was wrapped tightly in a piece of cloth. I wasn't permitted to walk to the transport pad and was carried like a child.

Healers came to see me and didn't mention we were already acquainted. Much like on earth they used something to numb the area and then used a needle to close the wound. Thick cream was applied over the top again and my leg was wrapped.

I was laid on the bed and fed my dinner there. By now, my leg was really starting to throb.

"Keepers, I'm very sorry, but is there anything for the pain," I whispered looking down. I doubted there was and they still looked furious.

The man from lunch returned into the room with a small tub of foul smelling goop he spread over my chest. At first I thought the smell would nauseate me and then I didn't care. My leg didn't hurt and I was so tired.

They let me lay down and one of Fuji's men lay next to me. I watched his face and it seemed to distort like in a carnival glass mirror. Reaching out, I wanted to touch his eyebrows, which appeared to be walking across his face.