11. Chapter 11
Krakenos
12. Chapter 12
Mia
13. Chapter 13
Krakenos
14. Chapter 14
Mia
15. Chapter 15
Krakenos
16. Chapter 16
Mia
17. Chapter 17
Krakenos
18. Chapter 18
Krakenos
19. Chapter 19
Mia
20. Epilogue
Krakenos
Chapter 1
Mia
I blink slowly, my eyelashes fluttering against the harsh artificial light. A chill runs through me as I realize I’m trapped in some sort of pod, my breath fogging up the glass in front of my face.
What the hell?
My heart pounds as I try to recall how I ended up here, but my mind’s a total blank. Panic sets in as I shift, my joints creaking in protest. Just as claustrophobia threatens to overwhelm me, the pod hisses open. I stumble out, my bare feet slapping against the freezing metal floor.
“Shit,” I hiss, wrapping my arms around myself and rubbing vigorously, desperate for warmth.
Taking in my surroundings, I realize I’m in what can only be described as a cell. Dull gray walls surround me, broken only by the cryopod I just escaped. No windows, no furniture, not even a damn toilet. Just me and four walls closing in.
I spin around, searching for any clue about my location or why I’m here. Nothing. It’s like someone took a big pink eraser to my memories.
I stumble to the nearest wall, pressing my hands against it to steady myself. The cold, unyielding metal sends a chill through me, and I come to a horrible realization.
I’m trapped.
A sob bubbles up in my throat as I slide down the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I rock back and forth, trying to control my breathing as tears stream down my face.
That’s when I notice what I’m wearing. Or rather, what I’m not wearing.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, staring down at the scraps of fabric barely covering my body. It’s like someone raided the “sexy alien abductee” section of a Halloween store. The bikini leaves little to the imagination, and I wonder what sick pervert dressed me like this.
As I tug at the meager fabric, trying in vain to cover more skin, a terrifying thought hits me: This uniform was purposely built to tantalize.
But tantalize who?
A sudden pressure on my left temple catches my attention. Frowning, I reach up to investigate, my fingertips brushing against something cool and metallic.
What the hell?
As I trace the unfamiliar object, a memory suddenly flashes. The device—it’s a translator for alien languages. How could I have forgotten?
And with that memory comes a flood of others, my breath catching as the pieces fall into place.
