Alien Romance: Caged By The Alien: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Mates Book 4)

by Marla Therron

There was more banging on the thick, metal door of her cell. Jayne tried to tune her out, tilting her head back to rest against the wall. Jayne Mannet should have never been there. And yet, there she was. Her arms were covered in bruises. Her fingers brushed over the ones that made a handprint. She knew where that one was from, from the aliens that first brought her in, put a bag over her head and shoved her into darkness, where she’d been sitting ever since.

  There was only one dim, blue light in that room, just enough to make out her surroundings. As she listened to Meta Vani yell, the Earth woman made a silent vow that she was going to bring revenge to her abusers.

  “They’re not going to listen to you,” a girl sniffled. She was on the bunk below Jayne. In total, there were normally four per group, but the captain had taken a liking to the other girl that was with them, a type of alien Jayne had never seen before with red-tinted skin and covered in scales. They hadn’t done any introductions, but she knew Meta Vani simply from her loud mouth, and she called the girl below her the Crying Girl. “They’ll just kill you!”

  In the darkness, Jayne watched Meta turn on the Crying Girl and hiss. She, too, was a creature that Jayne had never seen. She didn’t do much traveling across the galaxy though. Meta had yellow eyes that looked like a snake’s, her skin a light shade of olive green.

  She was tall and slender, a lithe body. Jayne expected she was very athletic, which fit from what else she knew. From her continued threats and shouts, Meta revealed herself as the princess of some hunting tribe.

  Jayne was no warrior princess, and she would probably lose the fight, but she stood in between her two cell mates, hands blocking any access to the Crying Girl. “Hey!” Jayne said, “Don’t turn this around on her. They want us to turn on each other, okay? Stay angry at the ones that put you in here.”

  “How is that going to help?” the Crying Girl asked, sniffling before she let out another sob. “I want my mum and dad…”

  Jayne frowned and turned to the Crying Girl. Meta Vani scoffed at the weakness and went back to the door. Sitting down on her bed, Jayne reached out a hand to touch the girl gently. She jerked away at first, but her need to be comforted by someone else won out.

  Though it was dark, Jayne could see the Crying Girl was young. And beautiful. She had long, straight, red hair that fell down to her waist, long legs, though she wasn’t even close to Meta’s height. But the Crying Girl was definitely from Earth. She was thrown in with Jayne. “How old are you?” Jayne asked.

  The Crying Girl sat up a little, wiping at her nose in vain to get rid of the snot. “Eighteen,” she answered, “I just celebrated my birthday with my family three weeks ago.”

  “I’m Jayne. I’m 26.”

  “Sophie. My name is Sophie.”

  Jayne smiled. She was crying a little less now that she was getting some attention. She and Meta Vani were a bit similar, Jayne noted. They just wanted to be heard right now, though they had some different methods of getting it done. “I know this sounds impossible, but I’m going to get us back home,” she vowed, “I promise.”

  Meta stopped her pounding and turned to the other two women, her arms crossed over her chest. “And how you expect that to happen?” she asked in broken English.

  Sophie nodded. She had her own accent as well, but it was easier to tell what she was saying. It was an English accent, Jayne observed, something more familiar than Meta’s. “It’s impossible,” the redhead agreed, “I’ve seen it on the news, how women have gone missing. Now I know where they’ve gone to… They don’t come back home, Jayne.”

  “We’re not like them,” Jayne insisted, “Just… Trust me. I’ve been looking for ways to get out since we got here. We’ll figure something out.”

  She wasn’t lying. Since she was thrown into the cell, Jayne had been watching several things. She checked the entire room for any possible ways to escape. No way except for the front door. And she also checked for when guards would pass by the door, when the smugglers would change shifts. There wasn’t another shift changed for 73 minutes.

  While there were all these facts and routines that she had noted down, Jayne still didn’t have the slightest clue as to how they were getting out. The only thing she could think of now was having Meta make a large enough scene and bum-rushing whichever guard had the misfortune of coming to their cell. But then that left navigating through the rest of the ship, fighting off the rest of the smugglers, and getting the ship turned back around.

  Jayne was an optimist, but she wasn’t that naïve to think that could work. Plus, she still had some things herself that she wanted to take care of, one that involved more waiting than what the others were looking for.

  Her two cellmates sat on their beds quietly now, waiting for a plan. So she gave them what best she could. “First thing’s first, where did you guys come from?” she asked, then pointed to Sophie. “You were already here when I was, and I got taken in New York.”

  “London,” Sophie answered. That wasn’t unexpected. “Earth.”

  Meta still had her hands crossed, and she tilted her nose up in the air with pride. “I am from Planet Elyon. I am princess to the largest tribe in Hokai.”

  Jayne nodded.

  “So, big cities for that planet… That means that we’ll probably be brought to another big city. Once we land and they bring us out, we can get the other girls to make a break for it at the same time. It’ll cause a distraction, and we’ll just need to make a break for it to a government building or an official. If we’re still within the Milky Way, kidnapping is completely banned. We’ll get sent back home and the criminals will get punished.”

  She looked at the both of them, gauging their reactions. The warrior princess spoke first. “That does not sound like a plan. I want to fight-“

  “With what weapons?” Jayne asked, cocking an eyebrow, “And I’m going to guess these criminals are pretty trained in combat, seeing as they managed to take you hostage.”

  “The other women-“

  “Probably don’t have the same fighting skills as you, if at all,” Jayne countered. She looked at Sophie. “You ever fight, Sophie?” She shook her head. “See?”

  The women sat in silence. Jayne was sure that Meta Vani and Sophie were both trying to find holes, ways to pick up the speed on the escape or improve it. But they were never allowed out of their cells, which meant no communication with the others, no way of knowing how to get out of the maze. While she knew it was an impossibility to escape now, a part of her wondered, almost feared, that they’d figure out a better way.

  But if they did, they didn’t mention it. Meta Vani went back to the banging on her door. “I will run tomorrow. But if I can bring down few guards too? I will try,” she explained to them. Jayne thought it was better she play it natural and keep doing it anyways, as much as it stressed Sophie.

  She stayed on the bed with the younger girl, who was now sitting up fully, training her crystal blue eyes down on the ground. “What did you do in New York?” Sophie asked.

  “What?” Jayne was surprised by the question.

  The girl stammered. “I-Nothing. It’s just… You seem really smart. Good at planning.”

  Jayne put on a comforting smile. “I’m a teacher,” she told Sophie, “Elementary school. Part of my job was making plans for people to follow without getting harmed, so… I guess it comes in handy now?”

  She talked to Sophie for the rest of the night and they ate dinner together. Meta refused the food at first, distrusting it, but with a planned run, for however long it would be, she knew she needed the strength. Together, they dined and talked, told stories about their homes. Jayne learned that Sophie had two younger brothers, that her family actually lived in Blackpool, but she’d been going to school in London. She also learned that Meta Vani was indeed a warrior.

  Her father prided himself on a strong daughter and was letting her lead her first army to take over a neighboring village. She was kidnapped the night after the news, having gotten drunk to celeb
rate. Jayne told them about students, kids that she helped. She told them that she was in a bad part of her town picking up a friend from her job when she got taken. She told them how stupid she felt, knowing that the area was famous as an area where women were going missing, though the news had been linking those events to a serial killer doing his job.

  The next morning, they were woken with a start. Well, Jayne wasn’t sure if it was morning, but there was a clock above the door, and she highly doubted they slept that long. She only got a quick glimpse of the time when she was being pulled out of bed again. Her arms still ached from the bruises from before, and Jayne twisted and squirmed. “Let… Go!” yelled instinctively.

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