"He shouldn't have been there at all!" Grymm shouted, his barely-contained rage finally breaking through his calm facade. He was shaking with it, so much so that if he had been holding another communicator he might have crushed it in his palm. "You have been drilled, over and over, you know the rules. And you broke them."
"I'm not even in the video—"
"You are bound together, Fey, you were there. I expected so much more from you. You were trained. You were one of my best fighters... and now you are... well... you are nothing."
His face finally snapped from his smug grin, falling into a cruel glower that cut right through me.
"I am still your son." It was a final hope, but he didn't grin, he didn't laugh. He stepped back, clicking his tongue. The snap of his tongue sliced against my skin.
I straightened my shoulders, tightening each muscle in my back into a tight coil as I prepared myself. I hadn't gotten much practice, beyond kicking Myro's ass, since leaving home, but I wasn't going down without a fight.
"No. My sons know their place and they do not step outside of it. My sons know to follow the law. You are dead to me."
"What is so wrong about hu—?" I had been expecting his guard to fight me. I was ready.
I was not ready for the army of Coxians that surrounded me from behind, pummeling into my body with fists and feet. I grunted, but moved to begin defending myself. Instead, they grabbed me with at least six pairs of hands, restraining me before I could even fully inhale. Heart pounding, muscles aching, I panted while drooped in their hands.
"As if we needed more proof. You are no son of mine." I saw the spit before it sprayed over me. The splatter of vile wetness speckled over my nose and cheeks and recoiled, the Coxian warriors holding me tighter.
"Take him to the ship and restrain him, we will wait here for Myro and then we can get out of this shit hole." He looked truly disgusting, but that was not what I noticed.
Not what I heard.
He was waiting for Myro, not for Kylie. He didn't know she was here. He didn't know how deep our "sins" had taken us.
I could still do something...
"He's not here. He stayed there." Everyone froze as I yelled over the hands that were still restraining me. "If you want him, you'll have to go to Earth."
Everyone seemed ready to go, to continue their mission. My father's face, however, had blanched to a shade of white, his jaw working as hard eyes stared into me.
"Did you really expect him to leave that planet? To him, it was worth the risk to lose his power to fuck all the humans he could. Those bitches are tight." I smacked my lips together, speaking the way he expected me to. The tone, the lust, it was all on par for our race. I refused to admit how much it twisted my stomach to speak this way. "I was coming home to report him."
"Did you... how could..." My father tried to work through his panic before his muttering turned into a growl, everyone's focus pulling to him in confusion. "That wouldn't have mattered! You were still there; you will still face the punishment. Take him to the ship, we will deal with Myro later."
The Coxians who held me dragged me away, muttering about how they would like to go to Earth and experience tight human pussy. I wanted to scream, fight, something, but I was helpless beneath their hands.
"Did you try some?" One of them whisper-asked, leaning into me so his voice didn't carry in the open air of the bays. "Push into that puss? I'd like to do that; it would be worth the risk." Of all the fucking irony...
"Why would you?" Someone else cut me off before I could answer. "That place is only death. Drains your power. Pussy shrivels your cock. This bastard is getting what's coming to him."
They all laughed at that, but I said nothing. It was a death sentence, but not in the way they thought. I hoped I had given them enough time to escape. To hide.
That I had given Myro the time to keep Kylie safe.
18
Myro
"Move faster," I hissed out of the corner of my mouth, hoping that she could hear me over the commotion that bounced off the old rotted metal and piles of trash that ruled the landscape of the space station.
"I'm trying," she hissed back, although louder than I would have. A few heads turned to glare at her, but I am not sure any of them understood that we were together.
Or even where her squeaky voice had come from. She only came to the shoulders of some of these hulking beings from across the stars. Hopefully that would play to our advantage.
I hadn't seen more than the few Coxians since Kylie had come to find me. I had seen them a second before she had yelled my name across the massive hall, a second before they had turned. So far that seemed to have been enough time for us to get away from them.
I was sure they hadn't followed me, but I wasn't going to take that risk.
"Take the next left and dodge into the store with the red door. I'll be right behind you." I braced, expecting her to fight me or give me some look of worry like all of the females I had grown up around. Whimpering, pretty little things.
She, however, didn't even give me more than a glance and a nod, her tiny body darting between bodies as she dodged into the alley I had indicated, hand firmly on her hip. Close enough to grab and unsheathe the knife if needed.
With every step she took away from me, my heart tensed tighter and tighter. It had been
