Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 69

Adam shot to his feet. “What happened? Start from the beginning!”

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Tanya was still catching her breath as she spoke in a rush. “I went to the outpost to switch shifts, and from a distance. I saw people from the Black Rats carrying torches. There were almost ten of them, corning in from the west! At first, I thought they were heading straight for our small town. I was about to sound the alarm–but then I realized they didn’t turn toward us at all. They went straight… straight toward the southeast!”

“Southeast?” Everyone looked at each other, confusion written all over their faces.

There wasn’t anything in that direction that should’ve been worth the Black Rats mobilizing like this.

“For them to move out together in the middle of the night, it can’t be anything good,” one of the injured man’s family members said anxiously.

Adam’s face drained of color. A horrifying thought struck him like lightning.

He blurted out, “Southeast… Ms. Schofield! They’re going after Ms. Schofield! They must’ve found her hiding place!”

The air inside the shack instantly turned ice–cold.

The relief of being rescued vanished, swallowed by overwhelming dread.

Those vicious Black Rats bastards, the kind who’d strip flesh from bone without blinking, charging at a lone Ms. Schofield in the dead of night… The consequences are too ugly to imagine.

“Move! Anyone who can stand, grab a weapon!” Adam shouted, his voice trembling, fear and panic blazing in his eyes. “We can’t just sit here and watch her get slaughtered!”

The night was thick as ink, and the garbage mountain cast jagged, ghostlike shadows under the dim starlight.

Led personally by the second–in–command, One–Eye, and the third–in–command, Mamba, more than a dozen Black Rats followed Isaac, stumbling over uneven ground as they hurried southeast.

Isaac hadn’t shut up the entire way. Spittle flew from his mouth as he painted a lurid picture of their “prey” for the two leaders and the men behind them.

“Bosses, you didn’t see her yourselves! That woman–damn. Her face is so soft, like a baby’s. That body of hers is thin where it should be and curvy in the right places… Heh, it’s perfection. Her skin’s so fair, it’s like the lights on a starship. I have never seen goods that top–tier on this Garbage Planet!”

His vivid description was like gasoline poured over dry wood. One–Eye and Mamba’s eyes burned red, a filthy heat surging up from deep inside them, leaving their bodies restless and overheated.

The lackeys behind them were breathing heavily now, snickering crudely and swallowing audibly.

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Chapter 69 1 Go First

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Normally, dealing with a lone woman wouldn’t require the two men whose status in the Black Rats was second only to Blackrat himself.

But Isaac had hyped her up like she was heaven–sent. They were afraid their pack of starving wolves would rush in and ruin the merchandise, so they’d decided to “inspect” her personally.

The best things were meant for the bosses to sample first.

As for Blackrat, he was far more cautious and steady by nature.

Besides, compared to women, he preferred pretty–faced children–the younger, the better.

So, he didn’t argue with them and stayed back at the main base, waiting for news of their “victory.”

Their minds were filled with obscene fantasies. Driven by twisted desire, they quickened their pace, like hyenas catching the scent of blood.

“One–Eye, Mamba! Look over there!” Isaac Gibbs suddenly pointed ahead, where a faint yellow light glowed conspicuously in the darkness.

Mamba licked his cracked lips and asked darkly, “You sure she’s still inside? She didn’t run?”

Isaac thumped his chest. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Mamba! Milo’s been hiding in the shadows, keeping watch. He’d see even a bug fly out. That woman’s not escaping, not even with wings!”

One–Eye clapped Isaac on the shoulder, satisfied. “Good. If she’s really as stunning as you say, I’ll reward you with two vials of sedative when we get back.”

Isaac’s face split into a wide grin, and he bowed repeatedly. “Thank you, One–Eye! Thank you!”

Blinded by lust, they completely dropped their guard. The group surged forward, rushing toward the light.

They charged past a heap of twisted metal wreckage, and the scene before them suddenly opened up.

In a small clearing that had been roughly tidied, a lamp salvaged from some abandoned spacecraft cast a steady, gentle glow.

Beneath the light, a figure lay on an old recliner, covered with what looked like a thick blanket, apparently fast asleep.

The glow outlined her peaceful face, long lashes casting faint shadows over her closed eyes.

Her features were so delicate that they didn’t seem earthly–innocent and untouched, yet faintly edged with something dangerously alluring.

Against the filthy backdrop of Garbage Planet, she looked like an exquisite flower among ruins, fragile and irresistible.

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