Rogue Warriors of Lorr
Stolen by the Alien Prince Chapter 15

Gianna's heart raced a mile a minute, and she squeezed her knees closer to herself. She was afraid, cold, and exposed in every way possible.

The sudden footsteps made her freeze, and she heard the lid open. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she was done for. But a box landed on her, and the lid slammed shut. She sat very still until the footsteps receded. She pushed the box up, and the lip flapped open. She crawled out and opened the box, peering into it.

She needed a better hiding spot, but as soon as she thought about it, she needed something else even more. She needed a wrist-comm. She needed to get in contact with Kozien.

She wanted to stay hidden. She wanted to never be found again and forever just stay in the trash, but she knew she couldn't. If she wanted a chance at getting out of here, she needed to move. They would start looking in every little place for her, including the trash. She ran her hands through her hair and felt a wave of tears burst free. She was in a mess, and she didn't see an escape. She was stuck here, and it was her own doing.

Gritting her teeth, she wiped her eyes, knowing crying wouldn't solve her problems. She needed to think, and fast. She surveyed the area once more before seeing there was nothing here to help her.

She needed to find a wrist-comm. So she headed back out into the hallway and walked slowly. She tried to listen for footsteps and paused every few feet to listen. She thought she could make it to a room and steal a wrist-comm.

Someone grabbed her from behind, and she screamed. Her body was lifted off the ground as she looked back to see two men had grabbed her. They smiled. "We found you."

Horror filled her entire body, and she screamed louder as they pulled her back.

One covered her mouth, but she continued to scream. She thrashed, trying to wiggle herself free, but they had a good grip on her. One grabbed her legs, and the other hoisted her body up.

New tears burst free, flowing down her face. She was going to get raped. They were going to throw her back at Oxxaro, and she was done.

She tried once more to get free, but this only made them tighten their grip on her. She cried harder and screamed louder, but it was all muffled.

They pulled her back through the hallways, stopping in front of that one door where Oxxaro was staying. She finally bit down hard on the man's hand in her last attempt to get free.

The man released her mouth, and she screamed, "No! Stop!"

The door flew open, and they threw her in. She lost her footing and slammed down hard into the ground, skinning her hands and knees.

The dress, if you could call it that, provided no protection, and she scraped her thighs. She looked up to see Oxxaro was awake, and he was pissed. His eyes were dark, and his hands were in tight fists.

He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the bed, all while she screamed. He threw her onto the bed, and her head slammed hard against the headboard.

"After everything I've done for you," he snarled. "This is how you repay me? Any decency I was going to give you is gone now, you little bitch."

Her eyes flew to the other two still standing in the doorway. They weren't seriously going to let this man take her. Were they? Didn't they have a conscience?

The smirk on their faces told her they didn't. They would gladly hold her down while he did the deed, and that scared her even more.

Oxxaro grabbed her arms, slamming them down onto the bed. He pinned her, and she kicked out against his confinement.

He pinned her legs, shoving his knees into her thighs. Gianna screamed louder. He grabbed a corner of the sheets and shoved it into her mouth. Gianna cried harder, shaking her head.

"Out." He barked toward the others. "And watch the fucking door like you should have to begin with."

Gianna looked toward them and prayed, begging any god that could hear her that they wouldn't leave, that they would suddenly have a change of heart and stop him. But they didn't. They turned, and the door swung open before they both stepped out. The door shut behind them, leaving her alone to struggle.

She felt Oxxaro's hand land on her thigh, and she looked at him. He was giving her that disgusting smile, and his hand was rising. The outfit left little hidden, and she had nothing underneath. Once the little fabric was up and over her, she was entirely exposed. She shook her hands, and he pressed painfully harder on her wrists. She wasn't getting away this time.

"Keep fighting me." He chuckled. "It only turns me on more, darling."

Gianna squeezed her eyes shut because she couldn't watch. She couldn't watch him have his way with her, taking what she wasn't offering to him.

She felt the fabric climb higher on her thigh, just an inch away from shifting the situation entirely. She swallowed, saying one more soft prayer. It was all she could do because she couldn't save herself this time.

Kozien rushed toward the door, slipping out before it could slam shut. He sighed, relieved that he was free for a second. But he didn't have time to relish in that fact. He still needed to find Gianna.

He headed down the hallway, scanning every corner he could think about. She was free, which meant she had gotten away. He needed to find her and get her off the planet. That was the most critical task.

He looked through garbage cans and under cabinets. He looked through rooms and corridors. He couldn't find any sign of her.

It was making him angry because he knew she was here. If he could just get one sign, a single thing to let him know where she was.

Then sudden footsteps made him freeze up, and he pressed himself into the shadows. He heard two guys mutter to each other. "The Terran escaped, and we need to find her."

"Where could she be?"

"Check everything. Oxxaro is fucking pissed, and he's about to rip heads. He said to bring her back to his room on the east side."

Kozien swallowed. His need to find her only grew ten times more important. He didn't know who Oxxaro was, and he didn't want to find out. As he headed down the hallway, a sudden scream made him freeze. He turned back, knowing that voice. He'd argued with that voice, gently comforted that voice, and he'd even fucked that voice. That was Gianna, and Gianna was screaming.

He rushed back down the corridor, hearing the struggle. She was crying and fighting. She was screaming, and every second she grew louder. But by the time he got to that hallway, they were gone. Nothing was left but scratch marks on the wall and marks on the carpet. Kozien ran his hands through his hair.

The east side. The east side of the ship was where they were taking her. He had been on the east side before. He circled back, running down the hallways until he got to the supply closet. He grabbed the door handle, seeing it was locked. He swiped the keycard from before and it mercifully worked.

The door unlatched, and he stepped inside. He eyed the space, seeing the servant's door he unhinged earlier. How had he not known he was so close to her before?

He walked across and froze when he heard Gianna begging. Her voice traveled through the air vent, causing Kozien's insides to twist. Her voice was filled with fear, and she was pleading with whoever was with her. "Let go!" Gianna screamed.

It made his blood boil. "You think you're so sneaky. Do you? You deserve everything you have coming."

"Please!" Gianna begged. Then her voice was muffled.

He needed to move quicker. He walked toward the door he had unhinged and froze when he heard voices from the outside.

"Stupid whore." Someone laughed. "She's going to get what's coming to her, thinking she can just find a way out of this situation."

Kozien leaned over slightly, looking at the two guards. They were standing guard at the door to the right, both lazily leaning against the wall.

"She thought she could outsmart us." The other laughed. "Dumb bitch."

Kozien curled his hands into tight fists. He wanted to bust through that door, but the sudden scream made him look back into the supply closet.

His eyes landed on the large vent to the right. He was almost certain the duct there led to the room Gianna was being held in.

Kozien moved toward it and pulled out the blaster he'd picked off the guard. He didn't know what was on the other side of the wall but he was about to find out.

He pulled at the hinges, ripping them off, and flicked the grate open. This duct was larger than the one before, and he slipped through easily, not having to climb very far before slamming feet first into the grate on the other side.

He slid it out, knocking the cover out of place with ease, and landed on his feet in a crouch. The vent had only been a few feet above the ground, just to the right of the main door.

Kozien's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. Gianna was pinned down on the bed, tears streaming down her face with half a sheet shoved into her mouth. It wasn't working. She had screamed through the fabric.

She was wearing what he could only consider the tiniest piece of clothing made to cover a body. Her skin was scraped up and bruised. She clearly had fought hard to get herself free.

Gianna's eyes were squeezed shut, and her body was shaking uncontrollably. But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was the man pinning her down, with his c**k hung out, fully prepared to have his way with her. The man was smiling, pinning her wrists down, and his knees pressed hard into her thigh. The man was about to fucking die.

It took three seconds for Kozien to lift the blaster and aim. He shot, watching the gun blast a ray right at the man, sending him flying off the bed into the wall. He tumbled hard to the ground, dead.

Gianna's eyes snapped open, and she looked over toward Kozien like he was godsent. She opened her mouth to say something, but he didn't hear it.

Kozien took several steps across the room and scooped her up off the bed. She clung to him, and as much as he wanted to just stand there and hold her, they didn't have time.

He pulled the outfit down, trying to cover as much of her as he could. There wasn't much fabric to work with, but he didn't have time to waste on that thought.

He turned toward a door against the side wall, hoping it led to a different hallway than the main ones he'd been running, entirely focused on getting her out. He had her, and he wasn't losing her again. Gianna shook in his arms, and he pulled her closer. He didn't know what she had been through, but he knew for a fact she was grateful for him being there.