
Introduction
"Fuck!" I screech as he had tore off my clothes before I could think for a moment, I didn't even had a bra except my underwear.Hastily I covered my bare breast with my palm.
"Turn around" he ordered and keeping a stern look at me, I sensed he was controlling himself as he gulps hard.
After having an issue with her husband, stumbles upon a bar, had a one-night stand accidentally with a stranger, only to wake up to find herself abducted. In an attempt to escape, there was a ship wreck and she gets stuck with her abductor on a dangerous planet with deadly creatures.
Now she has to survive on this strange planet and avoid her abductor but would that be possible when she is suddenly wanted by the entire planet?
How will she survive on this planet when on the first day, she got captured by a creature?
Who could she probably be?
All she wants is to go home!
All he wants to deliver her as a package!
Chapter 1
LUCIA POV
My heart raced as more adrenaline pumps inside of me. Everything was empty, I was void of thoughts.
All my ears could hear were groans and fierce beast gnawing at me. It seems as though I was trapped inside a collapsing wall, my body falling with it.
My breath almost ceases as I could barely feel my body. My chest press hard to a metal and I cried silently.
It was painful, I wish to die quickly. My ears could see the stars already, their jestful look at me.
They reminded me of the creepy men from earlier. Only blurry memories flooded my head.
First it was me running into his arms, then I found myself in a garden, kissing him, then came a blast and loud scream in my head.
"Someone... please...help...me" I stuttered hitting the glass with every energy in me.
"Please..."
I tried to call out for help but I was alone, I always was and always would be. No one cares, it's the only way to survive.
My eyes manages to lower at my stomach, I was bleeding and it broke my heart.
So at last, I never got to see home, I never got to know him and I never got the justice I deserve.
How did I get here? The last time I recall, I was at home, on a soft bed, smiling at the sweet savor from a coffee.
I tried to think what transpired afterwards but it was vein.
Oddly enough could barely get on my legs. It was as though a heavy metal was pinning me to the ground.
I was literally crushed. Blood drool from my nose as an eolian sound lurks around. The rattling sounds of metals was bemusing and fireworks sparks out burning my skin.
My soul was almost gone, I tried to scream but couldn't.
My eyes saw my past display before me. I couldn't believe I would die so soon without learning of the world I found myself.
Then I saw her, she was pale, panicking and her eyes were quite familiar. She was holding a child who weep with her.
The only voice that came through the excruciating pain was the woman's voice.
"Survive...find home...save us"
Shivering where I laid, I shut my eyes and strand of tears stream down.
If there is one question I had to ask before death came, it would be;
"Who am I?"
#48 hours ago...#
I had the brightest smile, holding those roses and perceiving it. It was an encouragement that I'd scale through.
The soft music that plays near by was pleasant and it fits the situation.
Standing at the door, my body shock. It was a suite that he'd book for work. A job I got him but it seems he had forgotten so soon.
The dress I wore was his favorite and he'd love me more. I had dressed more beautiful than ever before.
It was time to put everything behind us and focus on when the world was just the two of us.
My cheeks flushes red as I imagined him kissing my lips.
How hot I feel under his unwaivering warmth, when he'd stroke me on the ass flirtly, and kiss my forehead telling me, he owns them.
I giggled naughtily at myself. It's just a misunderstanding, he'd get over it.
Hastily, glancing at my watch as it struck 12pm. I was nervous, jittery and curious. What would be his reaction?
I still had the document with me, the one he sent through a delivery man on my birthday.
Unfortunately for me, he sent no cakes or pleasantries but a file demanding a divorce.
It perceived it as a joke, he wouldn't be serious because a lot of things occupied his head.
I wouldn't accept that, he was mine and I believed it when he said nothing on earth or in any fucking universe would seperate us.
If we had a banging sex and erotic night, he'd forget it, I was certain of that.
Inhaling softly, I calculated my footsteps forward inside the suite.
It was meant to be a surprise, perhaps that would change his mind from going ahead with the divorce.
I love him and I would say a thousand times.
My best friend sonia vouched for us. She was my encouragement and I was fortunate to have her or I was mistaken!
We were just the perfect couple and I always thought people were envious of us or it was just a misunderstanding!
Pacing through the corridors that makes up this floor, I suddenly halt my feet at his suite.
I knew his password and quickly snuck inside.
Happily, I dropped my bag on the couch, took a long glimpse at myself in the mirror which I always carry along and almost stepped inside the bedroom when my feet stepped on a bra.
I had a queer feeling about this and then the realization dawn on me that a woman was in there with him.
At first, I was jinxed and then my ears then heard the sound of a moan. Perhaps, I was too occupied in my fantasy that I hadn't heard their moan.
Slowly, I moved over to the bedroom and found these two.
My eyes peeps at them, she was curved her body on the bed, her butt facing him as he thrust her love hole.
Her breast jingles as his hands kneaded them to his taste, it pisses me off, hearing their loud groan.
"Harder, baby...argh..." Sonia voice sang as his thrust made slurry sound.
I felt wet, shattered
Annoyingly, I flung the door open and they flinched at the sight of me.
My heart raced like a running mobile. It was impossible not to hear it.
With eyes boiling with rage, I fixed it on them.
He looked less remorse about his action. His gaze only showed that I was the intruder.
His lady on the other hand drew the bed cover to herself. Wrapping herself with the bedsheet she repeatedly apologized to me.
"Oh Fuck!" His gruesome voice screeches as he pulled out of her. His dick fell lazily between his thighs.
"Can't you learn to knock!" He yells at me and I scoffed unbelievably.
Tears had suddenly clouded my eyes. At least a sympathetic feeling would have calm things down a little.
"What? ravyen?" I spat out furious at these two. Stunned and mad. Tears had clouded my eyes but I dare not show it to them.
Sonia would have gone away, but he grabbed her hand and compelled her to stay.
My anger was fixed on Sonia, I couldn't believe she would do such a thing.
He heaves a sigh and walk up to me. My ears weren't ready to listen to his taunt as I was pissed off.
"Don't worry babe, I'd handle her" his voice came back and he was referring to. She was his babe?
After everything I've done?
Hastily, he dragged his pant up and pulled me by the hand to leave.
I shrugged out of his hold immediately and got out of his hold immediately. We reach for the sitting room and stopped there.
"Hey bitch who do you think you are? Huh?" He stormed at me, "Don't you get it? You're nothing to me!" He snarls pushing me back.
I almost fell but held my balance from doing so.
"I see you enjoyed cheating don't you?" I wailed at him while we engaged a daring look.
If only he knew my intentions, then he wouldn't be so nonchalant about his act.
His voice kept whirling and I was swelling. Sonia tried to chip in. Their voices were now fading in my ears as anger has taken control.
Shockingly, objects began to twirl around and I was elevating.
The electric appliance let out an explosion and these two screamed.
My body felt hot and these two glare suddenly switches to bewilderment.
"Lucia"
His voice mutters but it was distorting. Objects fell on them as they scamper for shield.
I couldn't control myself, my eyes burns and the lights burst.
Before my eyes, I was suspended in the air, my hair blown by the swirling wind caused by these objects.
"What's happening? Stop her!" Sonia screeches as the hold firmly to the cushion.
I heard him call my name and wailing I should stop but I wasn't in control anymore.
The walls were pulling out, the windows and dust were covering the place due to crumbles.
The last thing I recall was an explosion.
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