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  Ruptured By Her

  The Princes Prey Series Book 1

  By:

  Ella Hart

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One: The woman she had become

  Chapter Two: Her Captors

  Chapter Three: The Return of Prince Arec

  Chapter Four: Mating Season

  Chapter Five: Broken By Her Alien

  Chapter Six: Rivalry

  Chapter Seven: A Day Like No Other

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  Chapter One: The woman she had become

  This was the only path........

  She grew tired and sick; tired of hoping, tired of wishing; sick of sadness and most of all sick of crying. Sometimes she wanted to scream, shout, kick or grab all that came into her sight and rip things from the walls, but instead she sat there calmly, smiling softly through shivery lips, wondering why life was this cruel to her. She was a resilient and a silent fighter; not by choice but because of the unfair twists and turns of fate.

  She turned twenty that day, but to her there was nothing to smile about. What was there to celebrate, when she was nothing but a mere servant. Moreover, she was not just a servant, but also a servant to the very thing that had ruthlessly broken her heart ten years ago, by taking away the only people she held in her heart. However, despite it all, she had survived the intense damage and had figured out how to be brave in a world filled with nothing but cruelty. Her courage was her crown, and she wore it like a queen. Despite all that had happened she chose to embrace this life; fighting it cost her nothing but more pain and suffering. She embraced her life as a prisoner, and chose to serve her master with loyalty and kindness. Yes, despite it all, she chose to serve her captors. The world had left her grey, but she wore a smile like a loaded gun. She chose to live for herself, she chose to survive.

  Now she had grown into a woman; a woman of wildness and flame. Her name was Shania, which meant beautiful, and she was. That day, as she turned a year older, she was no longer that little girl who had been abducted ten years ago, and she would never be again, It was not just another year that was added to get life - it came with many other things: a fully blossomed body, a body most women would have killed to have. Her butt that was once flat was now round and well developed; now there was more booty to hold where before there has been none, it was curvy and voluptuous. Her hips were wider and complimented by a small waist, and her chest was well-endowed with bouncy and supple tits with protruding tips. She was completely unaware of all of this, which made her even more captivating to her admirers.

  The day she turned twenty, she suddenly felt empty. This was unusual to her, a bizarre feeling she has never experience before She felt as if her heart was empty, and it yearned for something more, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. But oh, the feeling was intense. That day her heart felt as if it deserved something deeper than the ocean itself, she felt she was in need of something to shift something to be perfect and complete, but what was it? She could not answer.

  For the past ten years she had done nothing but serve her captors; she never succeed in running away from these creatures. She could not afford to disobey these creatures; not because she was of afraid of daring to do so but because she had nowhere to run to, no family, and no idea of where she was. All she knew was that she was on an alien planet and she could not even get past the walls. Not to mention the tall, broad-shouldered guards with hulking muscles who surrounded the tall walls of the place where she was kept, If she were caught trying to escape, there would be a huge price to pay, and she would pay it with her life. Submission became her habit and she embraced the life of a prisoner. She chose to make her masters happy, by submitting fully, unaware of the danger that lurked ahead.

  But in that mysterious planet, she was not the only female human; they were many prisoners like her, enslaved to serve King Perthius’ empire; enslaved to please the aliens, enslaved to fulfill the aliens desire. Only female humans were abducted. She had never encountered an alien female; indeed the planet seemed to have no alien woman left. She always wondered what had happened to alien females, if they had ever existed. What if they did not exist, how did these alien men come to being? This was one of the many questions, to which she had no answer.

  These creatures needed servants to do for them what they could not do; they needed female humans and only women from the planet Earth could do what they wanted. So they had to capture as many as they could and this included even little girls. She knew that these creatures even went to the extent of raiding hospitals on Earth, because sometimes they would come back with new born babies; only healthy baby girls. Those children were trained and brought up in the ways of the alien planet. They knew no other life, except that one. Sometimes she always felt as if she was one of the lucky ones; because, unlike some of the other girls who were abducted when they were still babies, at least she had been abducted when she was ten years old. At least she had an idea of how life on Earth tasted. At least she knew what it felt like to be loved by your parents. At least she once experienced a normal childhood; that is, if normal ever existed.

  These creatures were committed to their ritual, which involved abducting girls from Earth, which they did after every five years. All of the girls were now the property of King Perthius’ empire. All of them were servants of this alien planet, the Perthian Empire. They belonged there now, they were no longer in the place they used to be, and probably never would be again; this was their new home, maybe forever. Most of the abducted females became accustomed to the alien planet, but for the few who chose rebellion, their lives were eradicated from the planet, and they died a brutal death - fed alive to the hungry dogs of the guards. Shania knew there no was escape from that planet.

  King Perthius was the king of this alien planet, the Perthian kingdom. He had two sons, fraternal twins, Prince Arec and prince Uab. Shania was one of the servant maids assigned to work in the king’s castle, and she had been trained to serve the royal house, since the day she was abducted. Luckily for her she was a fast learner, because slow learners did not stand a chance on the planet, these creatures were not patient creatures. She had learned this over the years she had been working for them. To her, it was not that big a deal to be a slave to these creatures. She thought it was better to be submissive to them than to be a rebellious prisoner, and she was not ready to die, not yet. Furthermore, the aliens were humanoid in form, so it was not likely that they would tear her apart and eat her human flesh, or suck the life out of her. She had always consoled herself with such thoughts.

  Slavery had long since been banned in the universe, but these creatures only followed the rules and laws of their planet. They knew nothing of Earth’s laws, and moreover, if they had they had they would not have given a damn about them. All they knew about humans was that they were the weakest creatures in the universe. To them female humans were seen as mere vessels with an intrinsic value for quenching their ever-burning, thirsty and unsatisfied carnal desires. In addition female humans’ multitasking abilities made them the perfect tool for getting all their dirty done quickly and efficiently.

  The aliens were not hideous to look at, and did not have those scary-movie, creepy looks of the aliens which looked like lizards, with long tails. No; not at all. Most of them were tall, with broad shoulders and thick muscular physiques. Some of them had skin that seemed to shimmer on contact with the light. Most of them had glisteri
ng cat-like eyes which were dark and smoky whilst a few had silver grey eyes. They habitually wore silken silvery breeches, from waist to thigh, which made them almost look naked, and they wore dangling decorated pieces of the tribal necklace, around their wide and well-built chests. The royal house dressed differently from the commoners. The king wore a white flowing robe and a crown, while the princes wore the white robes only, paired with simple gold chains around their necks, which symbolized their royalty.

  The alien creatures were intriguing in that they understood and spoke eloquent English with well-structured and articulated words. This was actually better from the humans’ point of view as it meant the abducted humans did not have to go through the painful and traumatizing procedure of being inserted with translation gadgets to communicate with the creatures.

  The sudden and alarming sound of a siren rudely awakened Shania from her deep sleep, interrupting and her magically sweet dream. This was the alarm to wake all the prisoners. They woke every day before the sun was up to get ready and to put everything in order, before their masters awakened. She slowly dragged her body from the bed, rolling over the soft white sheets, trying to open her sleepy eyes. She sighed in an irritated way, groaning as she pushed herself out of bed. This was followed by a long loud yawn. Her backed popped because of the previous day’s fatigue, as she straightened up on the white shimmering tiled floor, trying to keep balance while her drowsiness left her. Knuckling the sleep from her eyes, she bent down lazily, to pick out her towel, from the medium-sized drawer on the side of her small metallic bed.

  All the female humans were expected to wake up quickly at the alarm; to swiftly take a shower and put on their working attire, before they rushed to their assigned places of duty. There was no time for any pastimes for them; every slave was always on her toes, and they toiled from dawn to dusk, The only pastime they knew was sleeping, at night.

  After getting ready, all the slaves went to the slaves’ dining-hall to take their meal. They were only allowed to eat twice a day; before they started their chores and after completing the day’s work. It was not much; but, at least, it kept them going till nighttime when they were served another meal. Shania has always appreciated the little she was given. She didn’t grumble or behave ungratefully. All she wanted was peace of mind, and she had become accustomed to this life. There was no appreciation for her work, so all she sought was peace of her mind, and this she had found, despite the chaotic life of a slave girl.

  The orange, shining rays of the sun kissed the well-tended lawns which surrounded the slave quarters, making them glow and shimmer like a mirage. Shania had always enjoyed this beautiful and magical scenery as she walked down the pavement, from the slave quarters to her place of duty. It warmed her heart. Her blue eyes sparkled as the rays of the rising sun lit up her face as she made her way down to the palace to get everything ready for the day. But today, as she walked along the path, she felt that something was strange. Something was amiss and she felt as if someone was watching her - staring at each and every step she made. When she passed her fellow slaves on the path, they gave her staring and judging just like the one she had been given by the alien guards as she stepped out of the dining hall. Then it dawned to her that the other maidens had seemed to stare at her while she was taking her shower that morning, all the while whispering something among themselves. She had thought at first that maybe they were staring at the person beside her, so she had just brushed it off.

  But now, it bothered the hell out of her, and she wondered why she was suddenly getting long staring looks from everyone she met, that morning. Why would these people stare at me today? Why today? After all those years when no one ever bothered to look my way. Have I done something wrong? Am I in serious trouble? These questions ran through Shania’s troubled mind as she tried to figure out what was happening. Those hard looks were making her feel uneasy, and she tried to walk as quickly as she could to reach the palace so she could avoid all the eyes. She walked so quickly she almost tripped as she reached the end of the pavement.

  Shania had no idea of what another year in her life had brought. She did not know that the day as she turned twenty was not just another added year; it came with many things, and it was the sudden realization of the changes in her body that caused to stare, even though she was unaware of all these changes herself. She took a deep breath before she entered the palace, as all the unwanted attention had left her out of breath. The guards, outside the palace, also stared at her giving her an unusual look as she made her way inside the palace.

  She hastily made her way into the elegant palace with its statues of ancient armed soldier statutes in front of the golden-tinted doors. She could hear the sounds of cleaning machines in the living room, and this told her of the presence of her fellow slave girls. If it was one’s duty to clean the palace, one was mandated to arrive at the palace much earlier than the other household workers. Luckily for Shania, it was not her turn to do the cleaning today. She had it yesterday, and it was draining - she had gone to bed feeling extremely tired. Even though this alien world had great innovations and technology to perform a lot of different tasks with efficiency, most of the machines still required the touch and skills of a person, to control them. And even though the aliens had invented machines to do the general cleaning in almost in every place, inside and outside the palace, it was still exhausting to spend a whole day handling the machines, which were heavy especially for some of the frailer slaves.

  Chapter Two: Her Captors

  She was welcomed with the warmth that flowed into the exquisite palace, which glittered as the rays of the sun bounced off the golden floor and the oil paintings of the royal family’s portraits, which dominated the walls. They are matching the design of the walls perfectly as well as the color of the exotic royal furniture and added more beauty and glamour to the palace, while leaving it looking classy and respect worthy. The room was only occupied only by slave girls who were busy concentrating on their work and a few guards: two on the main door and two inside the palace standing beside the royal throne. This was the ground floor of the castle, so, tight security had to be maintained. But, Shania thought that the deployment of all that security made the aliens look a little paranoid. Not one of the slave girls had even the slightest chance of taking down an alien, let alone two. Shania had always felt as if the tight security was not directed or targeted towards the slaves. She suspected there was something much bigger and mightier that these creatures were protecting themselves from, she just didn’t know what it was. Whatever, it was, however, she bet it was truly dreadful.

  But the palace was not just guarded by aliens guards, the doors had also been equipped with high-tech alarmed security features, to ensure there was no unauthorized entry of personnel into the palace. Full-facial pictures and fingerprints from all the maidens who worked in the palace had been entered into the palace’s security system database. The main entrance of the palace - the main door opened automatically, only after verifying that the person standing there was authorized personnel.

  Shania hurriedly made her way to the marble staircase that was carpeted with the golden material. Although she has been working in the palace for ten years, each time she entered the place, it seemed as if she was doing it for the first time in her life. She thought that it must have been designed by the greatest expert craftsmen who had ever lived, as the whole palace appeared more as if it had grown - sprouted from the ground like a tree.

  Although there were two princes, only one, prince Uab, dwelled in the palace. He was rarely seen outside the palace, and Shania had only seen him a few times, so few she thought she could count them, and definitely not more than five. She had only met the other twin, Arec, when she was still very young, during her first years in the palace, but she remembered his kind voice. He had treated her kindly the day she was abducted and brought to this alien planet. Unlike the other aliens, who had kicked her and left her to starve, he had given her some food and told her not to cry. He
had advised her not to fight back because it would only cause her more pain. He was the first person who had asked her what her name was, and after hearing her name, he had always called her Shay. Shania always wondered where and why Prince Arec had vanished so suddenly. She had only seen him around for the first two years of her enslavement on the alien planet; since then it has been more than eight years without anyone’s laying their eyes on him.

  It was rumored among the aliens and the slaves that Prince Arec set off on a mission eight years ago, but the purpose of the mission was not disclosed to anyone and all the information about it was classified. Only the king knew the details of this mission, but he had always kept it to himself, not even disclosing anything to prince Uab. In fact, he and the prince were rarely seen holding any sort of conversations or communication at all.

  Prince Uab rarely stepped out of the palace or its surroundings, for everything and everyone bowed before him; he was to be the next crowned king. Although he and his brother were twins, he had always demanded to be addressed as the king. He had nothing to do with other creatures, and especially mere slaves, so why would he even think of stepping out of the palace to interact with anyone? All that he needed was at his reach, and if he needed something new, a servant was only a dial away, and he could have it just by pressing a button beside his bed. His servant came in a matter of seconds.

  His room was a master bedroom, but of a size that was much bigger than a four-bedroom apartment. Slave girls had been specifically assigned to take care of the needs of the prince. His room was well ventilated so it was always filled with fresh air and it had more natural lighting, not to mention the scent of fresh flowers which were replaced on a daily basis. The prince had no idea of how much care had to be taken to find these flowers so that they looked fresh and full of glamour. His room was also well maintained and sparkling clean, never had it ever seen dust.