Everlasting Black

Chapter One

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KT snarled against the chains that held her, the bit in her mouth making the noise muffled but she still heard it echo in the small confinements of the shuttle. 'Cryo-stasis' her ass! She was supposed to be asleep, unless Johns had down something to keep her awake just to torture her. 'Cryo-stasis was just like going into a coma' she mocked silently, the red hot fury dragging nonexistent claws down her body. The least the motherfucker could have down was give her a fucking jacket! She was still wearing the clothes she had been wearing since the blue-eyed devil caught her the night before, and that wasn't much. It was all that friggin' monster of a man's fault! She had heard that he had been sighted on the planet, and the terror had set in and all she could think about was getting away. All she wanted was peace! Was that too much to fucking ask? But noooo, the blue-eyed fucking devil and the Big-Bad still chased her around and around and around till she was so fucking dizzy that she had to sit down and rest for a bit. But that was her undoing. They had both found her then, the animals in them, so much like her own, had probably sensed that she would be too tired to fight them. And they had come for her.

So now here she was, the eighteen year old KT Crimson, who has been running from Johns and Big-Bad for a couple of months now, tied to a cryo-tank across from the very men who would do anything to catch her- and they had. When Johns had walked her onto the Hunter-Gratzner she had been sort of peaceful, she had kind of accepted that she had screwed up and in her terror of the Big-Bad coming for her had been foolish enough to not look out for Mercs, and when the Big-Bad is after you, well Mercs aren't the worst thing out there. At least in prison they would both stop following her, the blue-eyed devil having gotten his money and the Big-Bad getting over whatever was going on in his mother fucking mind and think lesser of her because she got captured- finally leaving her alone for good.

But when she saw him she had started kicking and screaming and Johns had to pretty much drag her by the long wavy black hair. Big-Bad, no, THE Big-Bad, the fucking beast of a man was chained up inside of a cryo-tank, and though he had a blindfold over his eyes they seemed to follow the group as they passed by his chamber. She had lashed out with everything, the hellcat of her fire like rage that was aimed at everybody and didn't mind hurting people who got in its way, and the frost covered, controlled rage of her arctic wolf that was purely aimed at Johns for even putting her a foot near Big-Bad. Yet they hadn't listened to her- just chained her up across the small walk way in front of him. Johns had taken great care to run his hands over her soft, mocha skin and wavy hair so she had nothing to pick the locks with, all the while even though she was blindfolded- and so was he- she could still feel his eyes roaming over her exposed stomach. For the first hour, when all the other passengers were locked up tight and asleep, she had done nothing but growl lowly, wishing that if just for a second her hands were free so she could lower her tank top and stop the assault his eyes were giving her. But the universe had never been fair to her. The Gods never generous. So she had just growled at him through the bit in her mouth, knowing that like her, his animals kept him awake when all else would sleep.