Instead, just as I’d feared, they’re really Aurelian Law Enforcement – come to capture me as I’d always feared they one day would…
But if they think they’re going to get me back to Colossus without a fight, these three bastards will have another think coming.
I kick and squirm in Kitos’ grasp, but there’s no chance to get away. The Aurelian has a tight grip around me with a single, burly arm – even while he draws his Orb-Weapon with the other.
Fuck! They’re going to bust me out of here – steal me from Spur!
I’m jarred as Kitos bolts forward in pursuit of his leader. My body bounces as the towering Aurelian barrels down the hallway. Daccia leads the way – smashing his way through a pair of Spur’s guards, not even bothering to cut them down as he rushes forward.
The corridor beyond is lit up like a casino – all in an effort to coax the patrons of Spur’s to pay for private dances, and sometimes more. The blue and purple lights washing over us serve as a contrast to the violence suddenly happening all around me.
Everything happened so quickly that not even Spur’s employees know what’s going on – but they know that something’s wrong. The guards and henchman that Spur has stationed around the club all come lurching forward to block the Aurelians – but they don’t get very far.
I turn my head painfully to try to get a view in front of me. Daccia uses that same kicking technique to smash his way through another doorway – this one leading into the back alleyway behind the club. I’m carried by Kitos outside, into the chill evening air.
Outside, the streets of the city are rundown. A homeless man’s eyes widen as we emerge into the alleyway. He’d been slumped against a wall, drinking cheap liquor, and the expression on his face suggests he’s not even sure if he’s really seeing what he’s seeing; or if the hooch is giving him hallucinations.
I can’t really blame the poor drunk. It’s not every day you see three, huge alien warriors burst through a doorway, one of them carrying a half-naked, kicking and screaming girl across his shoulder.
The drunk isn’t the first person I’d have appealed to – but I don’t exactly have the luxury of choice right now.
“Get help!” I scream at him – but the homeless man just looks at me blankly.
Shit. That means – just like it’s been for my whole life - the only person who’s going to help me…
…is me.
Yep – it’s the same story as it’s been for my whole fucking life. Still, I’m not about to stop now.
“Put me down!” I kick and scream. “Dammit, put me down!”
The sharp crack of a hand against my ass is a humiliating reminder that these three Aurelians are in control. I’m helpless in Kitos’ grasp as the three of them jog down the alleyway at a controlled pace, then make a quick right turn out into the main street.
Out amidst the crowd, Kitos reluctantly puts me down – but he keeps his hand firmly on the small of my back, forcing me forward.
“You make one more attempt to escape,” the Aurelians warns, “and you’ll be going right back over my shoulder.”
I snarl at him – but obey the inexorable pressure of his hand. It’s clear any attempt to escape will be punished – and potentially by more than just a smack on the ass.
I’m not compliant for very long, though. In fact, the moment the pressure of his hand lightens up, I make a break for it – darting to the right, towards the marketplace where I know I can lose myself in the crowd.
I barely get a step before Daccia reacts – his movements inhumanely fast. The towering Aurelian grabs me, and this time it’s his shoulder I’m thrown over.
“You’re going to regret that,” Daccia warns, and I know exactly what happens when you disobey an Aurelian. Sometimes, I can still remember the sting on my bottom from my time spent in that harem.
People are pointing and looking at us as the three Aurelians carry me down the street - but nobody makes a move to intercept them. I’m sure many people feel sympathy for me – a half-naked woman tossed across an Aurelian’s massive shoulder – but everyone knows that getting between an Aurelian and his woman is akin to suicide.
As I’m bounced and bustled across Daccia’s shoulder, I struggle to look back – half-expecting to see Spur’s men in hot pursuit of his stolen employee...
…but there’s no one there. Nobody’s coming to take me back.
Spur’s leaving me to the Aurelians.
Or so I think. Suddenly, three men do rush around the corner – cutting us off ahead.
I’m not sure whether to be glad or terrified. The three men are wearing suits, and I recognize them as part of Spur’s security team. They’re carrying pistols and they pause as soon as they round the corner, trying to spot the three aliens who’ve kidnapped me.
From my high vantage point, across Daccia’s shoulder, I can see the three humans clearly. They, too, must be able to see the huge Aurelian warriors wading through the crowd. Daccia, Kitos and Hadrian stand towering above regular humans…
But as soon as Spur’s men do see us, they stagger back.
Shit! They’re too cowardly to chase after these aliens! Even with guns, they’re terrified of the Aurelians.
My heart sinks. Spur is not the sort of person I’d want to be indebted to – but now, even the scant salvation his men offered is gone. Nobody’s standing in the way of these three Aurelians. The crowd parts ahead of us, as everybody moves to avoid these three, huge aliens and their struggling prisoner.
Wait! Maybe all hope isn’t lost…
Spur’s three men might have
