Princess SOS by Sara Page Read Free Book Online

then lick the stick, completely cleaning it. After placing the stick in the box, and washing it all down with a full cup of water, I wrap my blanket around me. I curl up in a ball on the floor, between the seat and dashboard. I’m full. I’m blissfully full and about to slip into a food coma.
    That night I dream of him again.
     
    ***
     
    The alien tastes so good as he kisses me. His mouth slants over my mouth, pulling back deep, lingering kisses. I can’t explain the taste of him. He tastes cool and sweet, like fresh moon water and roses.
    We’re outside, I’m spread out naked on a bed of soft, springy grass. I feel better than I’ve felt in days. I feel clean and soft. My scalp isn’t itching. I squirm myself against the grass. It feels wonderful to feel something else besides cold, hard metal beneath me.
    His are kisses slow. He pauses to gaze lovingly at me as if he’s seriously cherishing this moment. It’s dark out, over his shoulder I can see the night sky. The stars twinkle and sparkle, watching us from above.
    He’s naked, we’re touching skin to skin with nothing between us. In the blink of an eye, I go from peaceful and content to flooded with icy panic.
    I try to sit up, but he senses my distress and grabs me by the face.
    “Don’t be afraid,” he says.
    My heart skips a beat. I can understand him. My panic increases.
    “Shhh,” he tries to comfort me. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
    “Let me go!” I cry and I push at his hard chest. It doesn’t faze him one bit.
    “No,” the alien says firmly. His hands tighten against my cheeks, holding me in place, forcing me to stare back at him. His eyes lock on my eyes. At first, they’re a beautiful violet color. I watch in horror as that beautiful color bleeds to red.
    “Let me go! Please!” I start to hit at his chest.
    He frowns. His growl nearly frightens me to death, “Never. You’re mine.”
    I grab at his hands and try to tear them from my face. “No, please, no.”
    “Mine,” he repeats, his red eyes flashing.
    I wake up with his words ringing in my ears. You’re mine. Mine. He said it with such conviction. I shiver and wrap my blanket more tightly around me. As nightmares go, that’s one of the worst ones I’ve had yet.
    I don’t think the food is agreeing with me… or maybe it’s this forsaken planet.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Today, I originally planned to do some more observation. I wanted to get a better feel for the alien’s routine and when would be the best time to slip off without being detected. But I can’t stay in this disgusting dress another day.
    It’s a shame, really, I think as I pick at my hem. This pink gown of mine cost quite a large fortune. It was specifically designed and tailored for me for my birthday party. I endured months of fittings and being stabbed with pins by an overbearing team of ten designers.
    Now it’s filthy rags.
    I remember how I fell in love with this dress of mine when I first donned it. I felt beautiful. For the first time, I felt like an actual princess and not an object to be hidden and closely guarded.
    Vrillum liked this dress. He liked how it felt when he rubbed his hands against it.
    The memory makes me shudder.
    I’ve already discarded my undergarments in the portable potty. There was no saving them. If I was more comfortable with myself, I could have taken the dress off during my time trapped in here, after all, who would see me besides the creepy purple alien? But the hopeful part of me kept it on, just in case a rescue party showed up. I wouldn’t have wanted to be naked to meet them.
    I hit the green button on the dashboard and the wall retracts. It’s morning outside. The day is bright and for the moment, full of promise.
    I look first to the strand of trees. There’s no alien there. Then I scan the ground, checking for any more offerings. Thankfully, there’s nothing.
    I take a step out, then another. Nothing happens. I hear the familiar