Chapter 72: Another day, another master."I was told that you have the fuel I need." Rhylent motioned to the younger Dagerstanteen next to him. "Peltratria?"The alien named Peltratria had brown tube hair, and from the mass of brown curls, he pulled out a small radiant ball. The tiny orb had only a few drops of orange liquid rolling around at the bottom. The tiny amount of fuel glowed with a swift pulse. The less muscled alien showed his power source to Varnas before sliding the sphere back into his thick hair. "Do you have what I want?" Rhylent asked as his thick black eyelashes dropped lower over his stormy blue eyes. "Yes." Varnas rubbed his little hands together. Chasm could see him doing math in his head."How much?" Rhylent looked like the kind of alien that would not be fooled by someone like Varnas. His strength and beauty had Chasm temporarily captivated. Of all the aliens he'd seen in his life, there was something mighty and elegant about this Dagerstanteen."You look like

Chapter 74: Use your sense."Please, my master," Norwell begged as Rhylent cut off Chasm's air supply. "I did it. Kill me.""I am not your master." Rhylent loosened his grip on Chasm's neck before he blacked out. While eyeing Norwell, Rhylent used his tentacle to slip down Chasm's body in a deliberate caress. The alien frowned as he glided over the damaged skin. Tears sprung to Chasm's eyes with the light touch. God, each trace over his whip marks hurt so much. He hated how every alien enjoyed torturing humans. For a moment there, Chasm thought this one might be different. He wanted to trust Rhylent when he said he didn't believe in slaves, but that was a lie. Rhylent was like all the rest. He would delight in seeing him cry. The Dagerstanteen would gleefully watch him scream and beg precisely like all the others.Rhylent eyed his tears as they slipped down his cheeks. The alien's bright blue-black orbs flipped to Norwell and then to his companion Peltratria."I did not notice that you

Chapter 76: What's in a name?Once they were alone, Rhylent simply stared at Chasm and Norwell. He tapped his drinking tentacle against his thigh as if lost in thought. For the second time today, Chasm was subject to inspection. Oddly, this review didn't feel as strange to him. The Dagerstanteen wasn't a healthy woman like Jazz, and even though Rhylent could probably tell that Chasm was missing parts, Chasm got the feeling Rhylent had seen worse. Rhylent scanned his body from his shaved head to where his toes would be if he still had them. He then did the same thing to Norwell. He noted her messy golden hair and her skinny naked frame. The alien even eyed the dried blood on her skin.After a few more minutes, Rhylent turned to his dashboard and tapped on a new glass plate."Your name is Norwell?" Rhylent directed his words to the console as if he spoke to his ship instead of them. He moved a joystick and didn't appear interested in her answer."Yes, Master." Norwell bowed her head and

Chapter 78: Yes, what is this?Before the ruler of the Dagerstanteens could get an answer to his question, there was a shriek. At the back of the room came a second scream of delight."Sloan?" From the rear of the room, Jazz called out, and her voice cut off the king. "Sloan!" Her shout switched from a question to an excited high-pitched squeal. The woman skipped across the pink-tiled room and threw herself into Sloan's arms. "You look great. I missed you!" She held out a piece of his hair. "I love the color!" She stepped out of the hug and noted all the stern faces. "Sorry I interrupted.""No." Sloan shook his head. "It's not you. It's this whole thing." He waved to Chasm. "What the shit?" "You-all ain't vibing the slave humans? Yeah, me neither. It was probably good that Rhylent saved them, yo." After her sentence, Jazz hugged Sloan again."You saved them?" Sloan tugged out of Jazz's embrace as his jaw hit the floor. "You did? Rhylent did this? Mister-kill-all-the-humans? You saved

Chapter 80: Norwell's dying.The dream was relaxing, and Chasm held on to sleep. He floated in warm water, and nothing hurt. His stumps didn't throb, and every ache was gone from his bones. For the first time since he was a child, there was no burning sting from whip marks. Even the peela wasn't harassing him.That was how he knew he was dead. Only in death would he feel this good.Sleep wouldn't stick, and gradually he opened his eyes. The warm water wasn't a dream. Chasm was floating. He was dead, and this was his next life. Maybe? He inhaled and got a lung full of water. When he tried to cough, he ended up breathing more water. This wasn't the afterlife, unfortunately. His new owner placed him in a water-filled tank. He started to recall JP's lab and being placed in the cylinder. Chasm guessed that this must be the first experiment they were performing on him. It wasn't like alien experimentation shocked him, but for a fleeting second there, he almost trusted Rhylent wouldn't be lik