Zyaire's Forbidden Power

Ryane Colburn “Esme, wake up. We aren’t on Cyria 52 anymore.” I shook my friend. She had dried blood at the base of her skull. Blinking, I sat up on the cold cement floor and attempted to get my bearings. Is she dead? “My head hurts.” Esme winced and attempted to sit up before she placed her hand over her forehead and flopped back down. Frowning, I shook my head, and tried to clear the fog that clouded my memories. My head ached too, and I thought it wasn’t a coincidence. One thing was certain, Esme was naked. “Do you know why you’re naked?” Even as I spoke, I felt a tremor run down my spine and I clenched my jaw to keep from shivering. Something was very wrong. My thoughts were scrambled like eggs in a blender. Nothing made sense and I needed everything in this moment to make sense. Esme raised up and grabbed her chest. “Why am I naked, and where are we?” Biting my lip, I tried not to cry. I was the sensible one, so I couldn’t break down now when we needed a way out of here. “The last thing I remember was, heading to your house, instead of picking up our rations for the day.” She rubbed her head. “You were upset that Jett had cornered you and kissed you. I was telling you that there were worse things that could happen than a cute guy stealing a kiss.” Esme Lozano was my friend and I loved her, but sometimes she doesn’t understand common sense things. Guys were not supposed to force themselves on you, cute or not cute. I was not having this argument with her now. Willy Servoz was in love with Esme. I was not certain why she couldn’t see that. It would be clear to a blind man. He was always where she was, made sure she didn’t struggle like the rest of us, and doted on her every second he drew breath. He was a beautiful man, and she was a beautiful woman. If we lived on a planet full of men, they still wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to Willy’s beauty, and I was not just talking about the outside. He seemed to be the only man on this planet that wasn’t a douche bag. She will never understand. Willy makes sure nobody touches her. He’s all but claimed her, and she refuses to see it. Rubbing my arms, I slowly got to my feet and ignored the fact that I, too, was naked. “Do you think, the people that kidnapped us, were responsible for the disappearance of Joie and Laura?” Pointing directly across from us to several cells that weren’t empty. There were several girls in each cell and there were at least ten cells that I could see. Each girl was naked and stared at nothing, like they had mentally retreated inside themselves. “We’ve got to get out of here. We can do that if they don’t split us up, but we need to plan just in case.” Esme wiped the tears from her cheek. “Do you think they would split us up?” Yes. All the other girls are split up. It’s probably just a matter of time. “I don’t know but we need to be prepared just in case, so that we are not surprised.” Moving away from the bars, I walked to the back of the cell and sat down. I never believed in random things happening. It bothered me that Esme and I were kidnapped after I told Jett there was no way that he and I were ever happening. I had been telling him that very same thing nicely for months, but yesterday I told him with my right hook to his jaw and my knee in his balls. Why would Jett have Esme kidnapped? Willy would have his head or maybe that was the point. “What are you thinking?” asked Esme. Turning to her. “You know that women were disappearing from Cyria, and Willy had been complaining about it?” “Yes, he thought I was going to get snatched.” She sniffled and wiped at her eyes again. “I have had a feeling for a while now, that women disappearing from Cyria wasn’t a coincidence and that someone is helping aliens steal women.” Esme frowned. “We do all the work, so that doesn’t make sense. We do the farming, cooking, cleaning, and even have s*x with them. Why would they sell us to be killed by aliens?” “Cyria 52 was like Earth. Women were always getting killed and mistreated, besides, it took two months for everyone to notice that Laurie and Joie were missing. If a few women disappeared it goes unnoticed because it doesn’t disturb how Cyria was run.” Esme’s lips thinned. “You’re right about everyone being so overworked that they hadn’t noticed them missing, but that doesn’t mean the men sold us out. Why would they do that?” Women were the only resource of value on Cyria 52 and it was a hard pill to swallow that one of the guys would do that to us. I shrugged. “We have to consider the possibilities. Our lives depend on us figuring this out no matter how unpleasant this might be.” I had trust issues for a reason. Early on, I had a swift lesson in just how dishonest and cruel a man could be. “Just think about it, there were only six guys on the Cyria Council board, so they only needed six females for themselves, and a dozen others to keep the planet’s resources growing.” She inhaled and rubbed her forehead. “Things could have been different if you were nicer to Jett,” mumbled Esme. “We are expendable, and at the mercy of these aliens.” Ignoring her quip about Jett, I tried to think about our captors. “I remembered seeing red scaly skin, pointy horns and a long-forked tail.” Esme’s breath hitched in her chest, and she turned away from me. “What? Do you know something? Spill it.” I snatched her arm. “Willy told me that the Vrakkil were the worst aliens in the galaxy. He described them as red, scaly aliens, with horns and tails.” This information sucked right now. It seemed like the knowledge I now have is crippling me rather than empowering me. We had to be able to use the knowledge to get out of here. Willy and Jimmy were close, until they both fell for Esme. She never paid attention to Jimmy and he grew bored with chasing her. Licking my lips, I smiled at her. “Go on, what else did he say?” “He said the Vrakkil would die out because they needed mates, and that something happened to their women making them sterile.” I closed my eyes. “That is why we’re naked.” Rubbing my hands down my arms, I rocked in place. Acid scorched my throat as I fought the urge to vomit. It wasn’t that long ago that humans, me included, assumed we were the highest beings in the universe. We were so arrogant and ignorant that it almost seemed comical. I looked at her. “We can’t be that far from Cyria. There must be a way for us to escape this place.” Nodding, she bit her nails. “We might be able to get help from someone out of this building. This place might not be remote.” It sounded good but I doubted that we could depend on another alien race to rescue us. What were the odds? Closing my eyes, I tried to see if my body felt any different. My body seemed like its normal self. There weren’t marks on me except for the large lump on my head where I cracked it against the concrete. “I don’t feel molested so that is a good thing.” I winced when Esme flinched. I really need to learn to be tactful. In my wildest dreams I could have never imagined we would be kidnapped to be bred like dogs in heat. “Can you think of anything else that Willy told you that could help us right now?”