Star Cursed

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Chapter 3

I am still waiting for him. I hadn’t had any contact with anyone for two whole days. I would occasionally hear girls crying or screaming, but it was only brief because I would then hear corresponding footsteps down the corridor outside, a door would open, you might hear the girls cry louder... but most of them eventually fall silent.

I didn’t know if they were being taken off to be executed, or to have crazy alien experiments done on them. I had no idea what these aliens wanted. I wanted to know why I was marked. I wanted to know why these aliens looked so human, why there were so many males. I wanted to know if my family had escaped the abduction and most of all... I wanted to know what was going to happen to me.

Once captured by the aliens, they had taken me onboard a football-field-sized, navy blue coloured spaceship. They had walked me past lines of girls and some boys. I don’t think they had abducted many adults. They had taken me past these main streams of humans and guided me to a sectioned off part of the spaceship with the tiny white rooms. This is where I had heard screaming, protesting and angry girls. I don’t think I heard any male voices up in this section yet.

When my tall captor with the dirty blonde hair reached an empty room and was going to put me inside, the alien with the black eyes and extremely handsome face, had appeared at one end of the corridor with another girl I recognised from school, but didn’t happen to know her name.

“You’ll have to speak with this one,” my captor gruffly informs the other alien I am naturally curious about, who I can’t keep my eyes off of. I could sense the magnetic dangerous aura, around him, still present, even after the invasion was over.

“I will speak to her in two days,” it was the first time I heard him speak. And I still remember how smooth and velvety that voice was while being clearly masculine and deep at the same time. It was hypnotic. It was like a delicious poison. Beautiful but dangerous.

I’m jerked out of my memories as my door slides up and open abruptly, letting in blinding light for a second. My own room’s luminance must have been far dimmer than I realised. I hug my knees to my chest as I squint to adjust to the flood of white light in front of me.

I eventually see the long legs, covered in black pants, and my eyes rise to see the white shirt hugging a tightly muscled chest. Then I see the tanned neck and face. And those dark midnight blue eyes.


I never remembered seeing any colour in them before. But it was so faint, it was mostly black, but there was definitely a tinge of blue.

I wait for him to say something, while I look on, weak and intimidated. I hadn’t eaten in two days, I hadn’t had anything to drink, either.

“Thirsty?” he asks me, looking down at me with his darkened eyes. I don’t reply, too spellbound by his presence, I don’t know what comes over me, “Can you tell me your name?” he asks.

When I don’t reply to him a second time he suddenly comes into the room, leans down and grasps my elbow, helping me stand. He isn’t rough, but he certainly isn’t gentle. I try to weakly jerk out of his grasp but he won’t let me go.

“What is your name?” he asks again.

“Sapphire,” I snap out, and he releases my elbow. I stumble back a step, “What are you going to do to me?” I ask, suddenly finding my voice.

“Nothing more than you deserve, Sapphire,” he exclaims, suddenly a twinkle of amusement lights up his eyes as I stare aghast back at him. He has his hand extended, showing me that I should walk out first.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask again, too scared to move out of the room.

He waits for a moment, simply staring deeply into my skittish, fearful eyes. We glare at each other for what feels like a never-ending period of time, but he eventually reaches down and wraps an arm around my waist, throwing me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I scream, as he easily turns to walk out of the room.

“Soon,” he says, hardly phased by my screaming.

"Please, put me down!” I yell, hysteria now very real, now that I was out of the weird sense of safety in my white cell.

“Begging me won’t help you,” he replies, calmly.

Fear and adrenaline eat away at me as he carries me down the hall to god knows where.

What on, in space... was going to happen to me?

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