After Earth.

Chapter 8

Ndeshi

"Where am I," I thought, it was quiet and soft. I was surrounded by an unfamiliar comfort that alerted my senses. My body involuntarily sprung up and I looked around blinking hard attempting to clear my vision. I don't recall what happened after I saw that Zephonian, I just remember looking into his eyes and telling him not to touch me.

I still recall the fear I felt at that moment, I tried my best not to show it. It felt nearly impossible to breathe when I met his eyes. They were breathtaking and intimidating. His eyes were a delicate shade of lilac and his pupils were surrounded by a stormy grey. He was easily one of the most beautiful beings I had ever laid my eyes on. He appeared ethereal, he could easily be mistaken for an angel, however, that was not the case. He was bent down before me, observing me and taking in my features. I almost faltered in our eye contact but I knew better than to show my weakness.

There was a contrast between the way he looked and how he made me feel. A wolf in sheep's clothing, that was how I saw it. There was a certain evil in his eyes, a devil, a sinister look of mischief and wickedness. I did not wish to explore that side of him that clearly resided within him, but I knew that it was inevitable. Our paths have already crossed and he seemed to have claimed me.

That was not happening, not while I was alive. Nothing disgusted me more than the thought of turning into a breeding slave and carrying the monster of a Zephonian male. I would rather die. I gripped the sheets firmly while taking in deep breaths to calm my nerves, my mind was everywhere. I wanted to know whether Sarah was okay, was Gunter even alive? What happened to the few of the survivors at our camp, were they killed? The thought of their deaths brought about a feeling of heaviness in my chest. I felt suffocated and angry. The anger I felt was unexplainable.

The gentle wind raising the faint black curtain caught my attention. I finally began to realize how luxurious the room was. It was decorated in black, red, and gold. The bed I was on had gold castings of a giant bird and gold cravings going down the frame. The black silk velvet that spread over the bed complimented the tall dark red walls that were decorated with wide floor-to-ceiling windows. It was very different from what I saw even when I grew up in wealth. The view of the orange and blue sky with the slowly rising bright yellow globe was in full view.

It reminded me of the times I would pull all-nighters with my Dad on our movie nights. We would always end it off by resting in the sunroom and watching the sun come up while slowly succumbing to sleep. The memory brought both joy and an overbearing feeling of bitterness. It reminded me of how much these alien scum took from me, how they took away my world.

I slowly looked around for any sharp objects I could use to defend myself if they attacked me or tried to do anything. I needed to be able to defend myself. I knew running away at this moment was impractical, they probably have their guards up right now. I was not going to act on emotions, it would only make me impulsive and stupid.

I silently took the sheets off me, acting as quietly as I could. I did not want them to sense any movement. I saw a scissor-looking object on the table in the right corner and I decided to reach out for it. I moved swiftly but with speed, I could not afford them catching me in the act. I reached the table when I unexpectedly stopped in my tracks.

"What the hell am I even doing?"

My thoughts stopped me and I sat back on the bed. I realized that it was useless. I scoffed at myself for even entertaining my false hopes. A mere scissor-looking object would have little to no damage on those aliens. If anything, it would only agitate them further and have them more conscious of me. The last thing I needed was for them to overestimate me, otherwise, nothing would work out.