Seized by the Alien: A Scifi Alien Romance (Fated Mates of the Titan Empire Book 3)
he did. Asshole.He brought his eyes up to meet mine. They were bloodshot.
“Uh, yeah,” I said. “Sure.”
What else did you say to a man who would bludgeon you if you showed him the least bit of disrespect?
I lowered my eyes and turned away from him. I didn’t like to be so close. Pain always followed.
“I should get back to tidying up,” I said.
Then I felt it.
Something grazed my ass and cupped one cheek.
I leaped back.
Master’s hand cupped the air, expecting my ass to be there. He seemed confused it wasn’t.
Okay, so that was new.
He’d never touched me like that before. I always got the feeling he was disgusted by me. He always looked at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of his boot.
But this time it was different.
I’d never been more afraid of him.
“What… What are you doing?” I said.
“You cook and clean for me,” Master slurred. “I think it’s about time you performed other womanly duties.”
He reached up to grab at my chest.
I reacted without thinking and pulled out of his reach.
In that moment, I knew I’d made a mistake.
His face curled into a sneer and he balled his hands into huge fists. I’d never fought against him as he beat me before. It would only anger him and make him hurt me more.
This time, with my act of defiance, I truly believed he might go too far and carry out that final act that would result in serious harm or even death.
“You’re going to pay for that, girl,” he said.
He slipped his worn belt from his baggy pants and bent it double. He approached me.
I stumbled back into the front room, stepping on the chain. It bit into the soft skin of my feet. It clinked as I drew back, drawing tight. I’d reached the maximum distance of my confinement.
“You’re going to give me what I want,” Master said, joining me in the room. “One way or another.”
My hands found the handle of the mop. I didn’t know what I was doing with it. I had no plans.
Instinct took over.
As he drew his arm back to strike at me, my arms swung around. The handle collided with the side of his head. It struck so hard it snapped in half and clattered to the hard tile floor.
He stumbled back and fell on the bed. He placed a hand to the side of his head. He looked from it to me and wore an expression of both shock and confusion.
I gripped what remained of the mop in my hands, my arms surprisingly steady. The dirty water from the cloth sloshed over my arms and down my front. I didn’t take my eyes off him.
Master leaned forward to get to his feet and scoop his dropped belt off the floor. His knees shook like he was performing a grotesque dance, before giving out beneath him completely.
“You… bitch,” he managed before slumping over on the bed.
Stinky leaped on the bed and peered at his fallen master. He looked as surprised as I was.
I just stood there, watching.
I let go of the mop handle. It fell to the floor.
Had I really just hit him?
Had I really just let him have it?
I started to laugh, then blocked it with a hand over my mouth. Tears rolled down my face. Out of shock? Surprise? Happiness? I wasn’t sure. It was a noxious mix of everything.
Was he really out for the count? Or was he playing with me? Was he lulling me into a false sense of security?
Any minute he might attack me to within an inch of my life.
I nudged his knee but he didn’t stir.
I jabbed him in the ribs and he grunted.
So much for being dead.
I dreamed of my escape, of returning to my homeworld. I swore I would never tell another living soul what happened here. This whole situation would become nothing more than a bad dream. And eventually, one day, maybe I would forget all about it.
The abusive alien that worked in the mines and dug all day long, coming back smelling of cheap alcohol and dirt, would become a figment of my imagination.
He kept the key to my release in his front pants pocket. So far as I knew, it was the only key in existence.
A lump formed on his forehead. It made me feel good to see that.
I had to get out of there. He would go crazy after he woke up. I couldn’t take the risk that next time he would be armed with a more dangerous weapon.
Master had a bulge in his pants. I felt revolted at what it concealed. A present no lady wanted.
I focused on the smaller bulge in his other pocket. The key. It was in there. I was sure of it. I saw him put it in there a week ago. He hadn’t changed his pants since then, had he?
God, please let it still be in there.
Master groaned and his eyelids flickered.
I was acting too slow. I’d dreamed about this moment for weeks and now that it was here, I’d turned into a rock.
Move!
I picked up what remained of the mop handle and held it above my head. I edged forward. If he woke up, I’d bring it down.
I patted his pocket and felt something in the bottom. I lay down beside him on the bed. I reached inside his pocket with a grimace on my face. The pocket was grimy with dirt. I wondered if he spent most of his days filling his pockets with the stuff.
I pushed my hand a little deeper until my fingers met something hard. I grabbed it with my fingertips and pulled it out.
It wasn’t the key.
It was candy wrapped in a rainbow-colored wrapper.
I hadn’t had sugar for weeks and was damned if I was going to give it up. I’d need the energy for the next stage of my plans. I unwrapped it and placed it in my mouth.
Stinky whined and stamped his foot. He licked his lips and tried to get