Warriors from another planet

A new start - Chapter 31

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Marco was lying alone and empty in Bewo's room.

He felt as if he could cry. He felt so alone. Gone and far from his comfort zone. He missed home. He missed it so much. He would do anything to get back.

He was lying, crawled up into a ball, waiting. Waiting for Bewo to come back. And what would Bewo do? Probably fuck him.

That was all Marco's future was about. He had nowhere to go, always trapped and always forced.

Marco sobbed when he heard the door slide open. He was facing away from the door and couldn't see who it was. He didn't want to look either. Maybe if he just laid still Bewo would go away.

"I know you are awake," a voice said. It wasn't Bewo's but he recognized it. "You are shaking."

Marco hadn't even noticed. Whoever stood behind him was right though. He was shaking. What had they done to me?

"Why did Bewo and you fail?" the voice let out softly. Marco could hear the heavy steps from the other, telling him that the cannarrian was stepping further inside the room. "Aitan and Noah are doing fine... but you two... You two are just not getting along."

Marco felt a light shift in the bed as the other leaned over putting his hands on the bed for support.

Marco felt a soft hand on his hip, and he crawled further into his ball. He let out a whimper.

"So... the strong, aggressive, dominant human actually broke?" the voice said, not letting go of Marco's hip. "What a shame. You could've been so good."

Marco suddenly got a feeling that the other had come to kill him. Marco had lost hope and all trust in them. Maybe they knew he couldn't be brought back. Why use energy on him if he never became what they wanted him to be?

"Don't kill me," Marco whimpered, still squirming into a ball, not daring to move. Not daring to show himself.

"And if I was about to?"

Marco suddenly felt a cold, smooth, and sharp surface on his throat.

"What would you do?"

Marco finally felt the tears falling after hours of waiting for it.

"Marco, what would you do if I tried to kill you?" The voice asked. Demanded. "Tell me, Marco."

The blade pressed against his throat, forcing Marco to move his head, so as not to get cut.

"Open your eyes, Marco."

Marco opened them not knowing he had closed them.

"At least you don't want to die," the voice said calmly, and Marco could finally see who spoke to him when the other lifted his head to make eye contact.

"Hevero," Marco sobbed.

"I was sent to check up on you," Hevero said and pulled the knife away from him. "You are not doing so well; I can easily tell. Some of the first impressions others got from you were fierce and always ready for a fight no matter how strong or big the other was. And now you are lying here... crawled into a ball, too scared to fight me back or do anything about it if my intention actually were to kill you. You've fallen deep Marco."