His Terran Treasure

Chapter 2 : Alien

She woke up, groaning in pain. Her nose felt like she ran into a wall face first. She sat upright as she remembered what happened. 'Bastard bashed my face against my car' she muttered to herself, looking around. She was in some kind of cell. She was on a low camping bed type of deal, the pillow was stained with blood. Hers, she hoped. She raised her hand and gingerly inspected her nose. It wasn't broken, which surprised her. The force of the blow knocked her out. She felt dry blood crusted around her nostrils. She searched the cell with her eyes for anything that looked like a tap, but saw nothing. She noticed a square container with a smaller round one next to it, close to the door. She got up, and immediately leaned against the wall. It felt like she was floating in the air. She felt light vibrations in the floor and walls.

Pushing herself upright, she retrieved the two containers. She opened the bigger one, it contained a gray, porridge like substance. She sniffed it carefully, it smelled allright. She dipped her finger in it and tasted it. Her stomach growled, sharing its dissatisfaction at being empty. She tilted the bowl, taking small bites of the porridge, untill it was all gone. She needed to keep up her strength if she was to escape wherever this is. She opened the second container and saw that it was water. She almost shed grateful tears. She poured a little into the lid, placing the rest on the ground. Then she used the corner of the blanket, dipping it into the lid, scrubbing it over where she thought the dried blood on her face was. She did this till the blanket no longer had blood on it when she wiped over her face. When she was satisfied, she drank the rest of the water.

Then she pulled the pillow behind her, flipping the b****y side to the back, and tucking her legs beside her, she leaned back against the pillow. She had to figure out where she was, and then she had to figure out how to get away. And hopefully she will get to break the nose of her kidnapper in the process. And kick him hard enough in the nuts so that he had a vague taste of eggs in the back of his throat for weeks. She was angry. But she knew she had to stay calm and rational.

She woke with a start. She sat upright. Someone was unlocking the door of the cell. She kept her facial expression neutral. She will never show fear. Her resolve almost crumbled when a creature walked into the cell. She had never seen anything like it before. It had the build of a human man. But its skin was scaley, and it was a very dark sea green. Its eyes looked like a cat's, it was a bright yellow. She almost expected to see gills in its neck, but it had folds that expanded and contracted as he breathed, where a human had a nose. He was dressed in a navy blue one piece uniform. 'What on Earth are you?' she asked, narrowing her eyes at it. He smirked at her, showing a neat row of pointed teeth, holding one finger in the air, signalling for her to wait a moment. He took a small box from his pocket, pressed a button on it, then held it out to her. She looked at his hand, not moving to take the gadget. He motioned at her to take it again. Slowly she took it. He spoke in a language she did not understand, the little gadget in her hand crackled and then a mechanical voice came from it. 'That is a translator. You will do well to keep it with you at all times' it said. 'Where am I? What do you want?' she asked. He spoke again, and she waited for the translator. 'You are a slave now, and I don't have to answer to you' came the translation.

'I realize I am at a disadvantage here' she said, 'but please, what are you? Is this a prank' she asked him. He answered and the translator spoke 'Prank? Do I look like one of you lowly human beings that will waste my precious time on making stupid jokes? I am from the planet Dlonon, in the Fifth Galaxy from the great Sun. We are the best slave traders in all the galaxies'. She almost pulled a face. 'So you are an alien' she shot at him, expecting him to get angry again. To her surprise, he burst out laughing. 'Human, you are on a Dlononian spacecraft. Everyone on it, except you and the other human slaves, are Dlononian. That makes you the alien' he said, turning around to walk out. 'Wait' she asked 'what if I need a bathroom?'. He didn't answer, but he walked over to the far wall and pressed on it. A narrow door slid open, revealing a toilet and a basin. 'Oh, thank you' she said. He just nodded, then walked out, taking the empty containers with him and locking the door behind him.

She got up, and entered the little bathroom. The vibrations in the walls and floor made sense to her now. She had hoped that there would be a mirror, but there was none. She used the toilet, then washed in the basin. There wasn't a shower, or a bath. And the alien did not exactly let her pack her bag before forcefully taking her from her home. She wondered if anyone knew she was gone yet. How long was she knocked out?Would they search for her? Would they miss her? Her head was starting to pain from overthinking and trying not to panic, so she shook the morbid thoughts from her mind. She had to focus on now. She will find a way to get back home, or die trying.