Smoke, fire, and a ringing in my ears. That's all I could remember. That and being grabbed. Why didn't they just kill me, like they killed everyone else on my planet, a mass slaughter of innocent people. My father, my sister and all of my people, gone just like that. I felt a tight grip around my ribs and another holding up my legs. I could feel warmth as if I was pressed to someone's chest, but I couldn't open my eyes, I wouldn't. What was the point anyway, I had been taken from my home. I had everything I cared about ripped away from me. It's as if the weight of my grief held them shut. ⚠️this story contains smut!! Read at your own risk⚠️ Book 1 of multiple. Book 2 can be found on my page.