I may be a Prince, but there are things that trouble me about my father’s royal rule-the forced abduction, experimentation, and torture of alien creatures. The king has a new prisoner who’s a carefully kept secret…
There’s a young female who belongs to a little-known civilization I have been studying extensively. They are human, belonging to a small, undeveloped planet called Earth. She is pretty in a way I find unusual and compelling. Sometimes I sneak into the adjoining cell and we talk about everything and nothing, even as I find myself yearning to touch her strange, soft skin.
Skin that is being subjected to invasive tests and experiments. A body that’s scheduled for a live dissection in fifteen days. And a life that will be terminated unless I risk my future and life to help her escape…
The Trans-Galactic Insurrection series is best enjoyed in order.
Book #1 – Gamma Rift
Book #2 – Starstruck
An explosion of white light obliterated my sight. “I can’t see. Where am I?” And how in the world did I get here, out of my room, if I was, in fact, no longer in my cell? My hands grasped the cold edges of the table as I lay flat on my back unable to move. My heart pounded strong enough to drum a hole in my chest.
Was someone there? “Who are you? What are you doing to me?” I asked desperately, using all the oxygen in my lungs, gasping and coughing to refill them again. My throat tightened with an onset of tears. My blood pumped harder, and I gasped at the reality that I was immobilized.
Trying to lift my head from the table resulted in the pulling of my hair at the base of my skull, as if a vacuum hose took hold of it, sucking and drawing my head to rest once again on the hard surface beneath me. Lifting my arms and legs was just as futile. Any bit of movement resulted in the same force, the suction of air against my skin, keeping me pinned to the table, naked, vulnerable, and freezing cold.
Ready to explode with fear and anger, I ordered my legs to kick and my fists to beat, striking and hitting anything or anyone I saw, but nothing moved at my mental command. “Let me go!” I screamed.
I blinked through my blindness, straining to see someone or something, concentrating, sharpening my senses, trying to gauge where I was and what was happening to me. Turning my head from side to side, a wave of claustrophobia sent my pulse spiking so fast that I could barely catch my breath.
Was I awake or in the middle of some horrible dream?
No, this definitely wasn’t a dream. Strange noises erupted to my left, rhythmic but distinctive, punctuated by pauses and responses—a language—it had to be, but not like anything I had ever heard before. An odor, something chemical and unpleasant, came next, something that burned my nostrils, making me cough, gag, and swallow hard, trying to remove the bad taste it brought to the back of my throat.
“Stop! I can’t breathe,” I gasped.