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By P.L. Parker
Breeder Slave is a sequel to The Chalice. Both books are based upon bride kidnappings. “Bride kidnapping, also known as marriage by abduction or marriage by capture, is a practice throughout history and around the world in which a man abducts the woman he wishes to marry.”
History is replete with tales of kidnapped women, their tribulations and quite often sad endings. Laws were enacted to protect women from such a fate, but even today, bride kidnapping is alive and well in many countries throughout the world.
He was her salvation…or her destruction.
The galactic war between the Chiagan-Se and the treacherous Deg’Nara wages on. The human females Leah and the Irish lass Moira are captured and then abandoned, forced to fend for themselves on a barren planet light years from all they know. Their only hope is Sulas, a fugitive breeder slave, who wants nothing to do with them. Survival is chancy at best, but together, the three embark on a perilous journey to rejoin the Chiagan-Se rebels. But can they survive?
Leah sighed, a scrap more relieved but still nervous. “So all I do is go into the cargo hold and call her name and say dostia ka? And then she’ll come to me and it’ll be fine?”
“It will be fine,” Eschel agreed. “But hurry, she’s probably scared…”
Sulas coughed again, the sound suspiciously akin to a chuckle.
“Okay, okay,” she groused before switching to English. “Moira, I’m depending on you to save me if anything happens. I have a weird feeling about this little episode and I don’t trust these two as far as I can throw them.”
Sympathy etched Moira’s baby face. “I willnae fail you,” she vowed with solemn resolve. “If you scream, I will come.”
“Just you remember you said that!” She inhaled a deep breath. “It can’t be that bad. Here I go. Dostia ka Zozzi!” she trilled as she strode down the passageway towards the cargo hold. “Dostia ka!”
The panel to the cargo hold slid open. Leah hesitated, allowing her eyes to adjust to the murky dimness of the cluttered space as the musty smell of old storage bins wafted through the door. She took a cautious step forward.
“Dostia ka Zozzi!” she called.
“Zozzi. Dostia ka! Woohoo!”
Still nothing. Wonder if I’m getting treated to a good old snipe hunt—Chiagan-Se style!
She inched forward, noting the dark corners and concealed areas where the creature could secrete itself. She shivered as tremors of anxiety traveled up her spine. It’s just too dark and quiet in here!
“Dostia ka, Zozzi!” she sing-songed. “Dostia ka!”
Her voice sounded tremulous even to her. “There better be something in here or someone is in sooo much trouble!”
Overhead, she heard what sounded like the flutter of wings. Did the creature fly?
“Zozzi, dostia ka!” Head tilted back, she scanned the darkness beyond the rafters.
Another flutter of wings. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
A soft chirrup—like a squirrel.
“Come on, baby,” she crooned, making smoochie noises. “I won’t hurt you.”
A black shadow erupted from the darkness. She caught a glimpse of bat-like wings and a wide open mouth lined with a double row of needle-sharp teeth before the creature landed on her head. Hissing and growling the mini-monster attacked entangling itself in her hair.
She screamed like a banshee, tearing at the little bastard. Leathery wings covered her face sticking to her skin like strips of psychotic Velcro. If she pulled one wing free, the creature clutched her with tiny claw-like feet as it wrapped the other wing around her. It’s trying to suffocate me!
She screamed again, rotating in a stumbling spin as she grappled with the hellish fiend. It wouldn’t let go!
Amidst the screaming and growling, she heard the cargo door slide open.
“Lord save us!” She heard Moira yelp. “I’ll go for help!”
“NO!” Leah screeched. “Don’t leave me!”
P.L. Parker bio
I am a dreamer, an avid reader of fiction, a sometimes gardener and an inept crafter. I live in Idaho, with my husband, three sons, daughter-in-law and little granddaughter. I love to travel, but always return to my beloved Idaho. For many years, I performed and taught dance but as time passed, I decided to try my hand at a new endeavor – writing. I enjoy life and all its promises.