Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5), A.G. Wilde [amazing books to read .txt] 📗

There was a man on the floating slab.

A man that looked exactly like Kyro’s brother, Yce.

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“This,” the Tasqal was now grinning openly, “is the extent of my power.”

Evren stared in horror at the body on the slab.

Was the male even alive?

He looked exactly like Yce except that instead of long flowing hair, his white hair was cut shorter, possibly to shoulder length. He had similar markings all across his body as Yce did and in the light of the bridge, they seemed to glow and pulse.

Her horror mounted when it was evident that he was not only restrained by the wires she saw but they were attached to his head as well, boring into his skull.

A growl left Kyro.

“What are you doing to him?”

The Tasqal tilted his head. “Isn’t it obvious?” He paused, moving closer to the male on the slab. “We’ve found a way to harness this species’ psionic talent.” He laughed as if delighted with himself. “We scanned the city when we were on the ground.” He turned to Kyro then, a gleam in his dark eyes. “It is how we found you...heard your plans...waited for you.”

She could feel the color drain from her face.

The man on the slab was a slave.

They were using his abilities, most likely against his will. It was just as they’d done to Kyro and his kind. They were doing it again, only to another species.

Her eyes flew to Kyro’s and the rage and turmoil there was evident.

“Don’t give up yourself,” she spoke. “Don’t do it for me. This is proof enough that it will never end. Kyro, I don’t—” Another sharp pain in her shoulder had her crying out as her vision blacked out for a second.

“Bring them.” The High Tasqal spoke and she felt herself being pulled somewhere.

They were leaving the bridge.

“Enough of this time-wasting. My cock aches.”

Another of the dry-retches made her body heave.

No.

No no no no no.

They reached where they were going far too quickly, and she was thrown on something soft. A bed she supposed.

As she tried to fight to get away, one of the guards pressed his knee into her stomach, preventing her from escaping.

Her arms were spread, her legs opened, and her ankles and wrists restrained.

The position was not lost on her. She was a sacrifice to the hideous beast.

Off in the corner, Kyro was still being restrained by about five guards, his gaze so vividly full of rage it didn’t even seem as if she was looking into the same eyes she was used to gazing into. The same eyes that had looked at her with such love and adoration.

His eyes now were full of such hatred, it made even the hairs on her arms stand on end.

She was aware of movement in front of the bed and a flash of white falling.

The Tasqal was disrobing.

She couldn’t look. She couldn’t watch him as he crawled over her to take her.

Struggling against the restraints, they burned into her flesh as she pulled and tugged at them.

Fuck.

Turning her face away from Kyro, she shut her eyes tight.

She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t face him while she was being defiled.

A low moan of pleasure rumbled from the Tasqal as he looked her over. “Disrobe her.”

A lump formed in her throat, but no tears came.

She could do this. She could endure this. She would...just like when she’d been lost in that forest, when all hope had left her, she’d still found her strength.

She could do that now.

She would.

And they would find a way out of this. She had to hold on to that wish.

As one of the guards approached the bed a thunderous roar echoed through the room and she was mildly aware of the guard who was approaching freezing mid-motion as he stared at something behind her. There was a strange sound of bones popping and skin stretching.

She’d heard that sound before.

Another roar had her turning her head to look back in the direction where the guards held Kyro and her breath caught in her throat. The guards that were holding him were thrown to the floor, all clambering to get out of the way as a huge creature rose between them.

Evren’s mouth opened and went slack as she watched the creature grow right in front of her eyes. It was a dark green thing with huge arms of bulging muscles. On each forearm was what looked like razor-sharp machetes made out of bone. Its entire body looked hard, as it if had some kind of natural armor. It looked like a nine-foot beefed-up version of Kyro and for a moment, panic flooded her as she glanced around the floor, looking for him.

As the guards scrambled back, their surprised cries filling the room, the creature locked its gray eyes with her.

Her heart did a wondrous thump.

“Kyro?” she whispered.

He was moving then, grabbing one guard and throwing him across the room so hard you’d think the guard had the weight of a child’s doll. With a thwack, she heard the guard’s spine crumble.

Another guard raised his blaster and shot, one, two, three times, each shot connecting with Kyro’s body. But he didn’t stop moving. Faster than he should be able to move with such bulk, he reached the guard with the blaster and wrenched the weapon out of the guard’s hand, throwing it behind him. With a soft thump, the weapon landed on the bed beside her and the sound of bone breaking filled the room as the guard yelped.

He was quickly silenced with a heavy foot to the skull.

“Get him!” the Tasqal screeched and a deafening alarm began to sound on the ship.

Struggling against the restraints, Evren tried to free herself. With Kyro as a distraction, maybe it would give her enough time, but whatever she was restrained with wouldn’t budge.

Stretching for the blaster that had been thrown on the bed, her fingers brushed the smooth metal, but there was no way for her to grasp it.

Shit!

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