by T. J. Quinn
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
PROLOGUE
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Brynjar: Drogon King
A Drogons’ Fate Series
T.J. Quinn
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Orlando, Florida
Copyright © 2017 by T.J. Quinn
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CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
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Hi, my name is Carlee Rose, and all I want now is to go back home, my beloved Madeira with my children.
I arrived in Venezuela, Caracas, twenty-three years ago, a nineteen year old woman, excited and totally in love. Venezuela was a Caribbean country many considered the land of opportunities and I wasn’t the exception, though love was what brought me here.
I fell in love with my husband to the point I didn’t hesitate to leave my whole life behind and moving to the other side of the ocean.
Life here in Caracas, was never perfect, but with a lot of work we managed to have a good life, we got married, got our own house, and had three kids.
Things started to change when Chavez became the president of Venezuela in 1998. By 2002, people tried to remove him from the presidency because many had realized the kind of man he was and the problem he meant for the country. The people lost and things only got worse. In 2013, Chavez died but his successor was even worse. If things with Chavez were bad, with Maduro it all came crumbling down. Food started to disappear from the supermarkets, bakeries, and butchers and after that, medicines and basic things like soap, toilet paper, shampoo, diapers.
If you want to get food, you need to wait in line for hours to buy it, and you’ll get what they have decided to import for you to have. The quality of the products is a joke now and you’re happy to get what you can.
You pray every day not to get ill, because even though you’re paying a very expensive health insurance, chances are you’ll get to the clinic and they won’t have the antibiotics you need to fight the disease and if you need surgery, you’ll have to ask around for the money to cover that, since no insurance policy covers the extremely expensive procedures. If you’re hypertensive like my husband, you have to go to at least a dozen pharmacies for a month to get the medicine you need.
Now, three years after Maduro started ruling the country, people have gotten tired of this and are protesting in a daily basis on the streets of the main cities of the country. People die almost every day in those protests and hundreds get injured because they have no respect whatsoever for the people in this country. He wants to stay as president and he has proven he’ll do whatever it takes to stay there.
Maybe if two of my 2 girls weren’t so young I wouldn’t be so worried, so stressed with this whole situation.
Can you imagine having to tell your daughters they can’t have milk because it’s so expensive it’s impossible to buy, or that an apple has become a luxury only allowed once a year if you’re lucky?
I want a better life for them. I want them to be safe, to be able to eat such basic things like apples and drink milk, to be able to go to school, like any regular kid their age, without being afraid they might get stranded there because of the protests.
The crisis this country is facing is a lot worse than most people dream of. Kids are dying of starvation, diseases that had been eradicated, like malaria and tuberculosis are back and more vicious than ever.
You don’t have to trust my word for it. There are several documentaries out there showing the reality of life here. One of them was made by BBC World and it’s heartbreaking .
I wish I was able to pay for the plane tickets out of here and forget this nightmare, but I can’t afford it. Not even for me and the kids.
I asked the Portuguese authorities for help and the answer I got was that if I can’t afford the tickets out of here, I’m stranded since they won’t help me out. I wasn’t asking for a gift, just for a loan, and even so, they said no, despite the fact they have been announcing they are helping their people to escape the terrible situation we’re living here. False promises, as usual.
To say that I was heartbroken doesn’t really express my feelings.
And that’s why I’m here, as my last resource, to get the funds I need to fly my baby girls to the safety of my homeland.
You probably don't receive much news on our real situation here, because of the censorship, but it's not hard to find the thousands of videos and pictures online.
All you have to do is type "problemas en Venezuela" and you'll be bombed with thousands of them.
Dolartoday.com does a pretty good job informing on the countries day to day situation.
CNN Spanish service moves to YouTube after Venezuela ban
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Chapter One
Eleanor watched as the guards took the other women out of the dungeon, in silence. Sasha had put up some resistance, but she was quickly subdued by the collar attached to all of their necks.
She still had trouble believing all of the things happening weren’t part of a nightmare, that they were actually real. Aliens were supposed to be fiction, right? They weren’t meant to exist and not only that, they weren’t supposed to come into your house, abduct you, and sell you at a slave auction.
She crawled back to her bunker, pulling herself up and laying there, staring at the ceiling. Today, the rest of the women who had been captured by the aliens were going to be sold to the highest bidder, including her best friend, Sasha.
Eleanor wasn’t included in the group, because, as the slave master insisted in reminding her, she was damaged goods. She couldn’t walk.
When she was sixteen, she had been in a car accident with her parents. Her father had been driving that night, and she was in the back seat of the car, taking a nap. They were coming back from their annual trip to the lakes, where they usually spent the summers, when a drunken truck driver, left his lane and rammed head-on into her parents' car. Her parents and the other driver died instantly, and Eleanor was severely injured.
After the accident, she was confined to a wheelchair. The damage to her spine had been too great, and it became too painful for her to stand, and even worse to move her legs. She didn’t lose sensitivity in her legs, but sometimes, the pain was so excruciating, she wished she had.
Sasha had been there for her. They had been friends since kindergarten, and after the accident, she became the sister she had never had. After they had graduated from high school, they went to college together, and they had been together ever since.
Eleanor sometimes thought she was becoming a burden on her friend’s life and she hated the feeling, but every time she had suggested moving out on her own, Sasha had rejected the idea soundly.
“Don’t think you’re the only needy part in this relationship, Eleanor. I wouldn’t know what to do without you in my life.” She used to say, every time the subject came up.
“I wouldn’t be out of your life, just out of your apartment.” Eleanor insisted, to no avail.
But now things had changed dramatically.
A couple of huge alien lizards had appeared on their apartment, to abduct Sasha. The plan was to kidnap Sasha while Eleanor was out, at the gym, where she had therapy, three times a week, but that day, the therapist didn’t show up, and she returned home early, just when Sasha was losing the battle with the lizard men.
Sasha had tried to warn her, to make her escape, but instead of doing that, Eleanor had approached Sasha’s room, just to get herself in trouble, as well.
The abductors drugged Sasha and knocked out Eleanor, taking them both to their spaceship.
From the beginning, it was evident they hadn’t planned on bringing Eleanor along. She was damaged goods, and they had little to do with her.
She was kept alive because the captain had decided he would find a buyer for her, that he wouldn’t waste the time and food they had spent on her.
The whole idea upset her to her core, but she was a fighter and had no death wish. As long as she lived, there was hope, and she clung to that hope with all her strength.
For the next couple of weeks, the other women were trained to attend the auction, to display their naked bodies to the customers and to obey promptly the orders given by them.
Obedience was enforced by the collar each woman had attached to her neck the moment the lizards had brought them to the ship, along with a translator they implanted on their ears.
Any sign of resistance resulted in a drug discharged into their blood stream that reduced them to squirming masses on the floor. The pain was excruciating and breathtaking. And as an incentive for good behavior, each time one failed to obey, they were all punished.
Eskol, the slave master, seemed to live for those moments. Eleanor had no doubt he was a vicious sadist that took pleasure in the pain he inflicted on them, especially the pain he inflicted on her. He had hated her from the beginning, and she knew he was counting the days to have her in his claws.
He reminded her of the bad guy on an old science fiction series she used to watch when she couldn’t sleep: a huge lizard, walking on two legs, covered with brownish scales, and with the reptilians’ beady eyes and forked tongue. Not even the tunic he used to wear, made him look more humanoid.
Eskol was as vicious as the character she remembered, that was for sure, and he took great pleasure showing her just how much he hated her.
The auction day finally arrived, and the women were taken away, leaving her alone, wondering what was going on, and trying hard not to think of her own future.
After hours that felt like centuries, Eskol returned to the dungeon, shutting the door behind him, as he approached her cell, slowly.
A shudder of sheer fear ran down her spine as she watched the cruel smirk on his awful face. She squeezed herself against the wall behind her, in a futile intent to escape him.
“So… Rurik managed to sell you. Not only that, but he got the highest price of the night for you.” He hissed, barely controlling the rage on his tone. “Do you know what that means, slut?”
She remained in silence, as the waves of relief flooded her, though she knew he wasn’t done with her.
“Answer me.” He yelled at her, pressing a button on the remote control that controlled the collars he was holding.
Pain rushed viciously through her body and with a loud cry, she fell to the floor, unable to control her squirming body. “No… sir…” she managed to utter.
He opened her cell and crouched next to her, grabbing a full fist of her auburn hair. “It means, I’ll have to hear him brag about your sale, for a long, long, time.” He explained, through gritted teeth, as he pressed the button one more time.
The pain was so bad, she let out a loud cry as tears rolled down her face.
“You will bring us shame, you’ll become a black stain on our impeccable reputation, but that foolish idiot only thinks of the money he’s making today.” He continued his rant, pressing the button a third time.
“Please…” she begged him, barely able to breathe as pain rushed wave after wave through her body.
“The best thing you can do is die, soon, so that you’re forgotten, and we can recover our spotless reputation.” His fury reached a peak, and the pain he inflicted her was so excruciating, she finally lost consciousness.
When her body went limp, and her tears stopped flowing, Eskol snorted, disdainful. “You’re nothing but a poor excuse for a human,” he concluded, getting up and kicking her immobile body, before he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her from the room.
He had no idea what the Zuvrakians might want with such a useless being like her, but he hoped it included a lot of pain. He wanted her to regret the day she stood in his way, for the rest of her pitiful life.
He reached the transportation room and dropped the female’s body at the feet of her new owner.
The Zuvrakian warrior picked her up and finally left the ship.
Chapter Two
Eleanor slowly regained consciousness, feeling soreness in her whole body and memories of the last events on the dungeon came to her mind, and she moaned, in pain.
“Ah, good, you’re waking.” A kind male voice sounded next to her, and she dared to open her eyes.
Standing next to her, was another alien, but this one was entirely different from the Slythonians that had abducted her. It was tall, at least seven feet tall, with an olive complexion, perhaps a bit greener than you would see in a Mediterranean person, a muscled body, strong and powerful, but not sturdy or massive. He was some sort of humanoid, except for the ridges, coming out of the center of his forehead and his temples that disappeared into his long, dark mane, and his eyes. She had never seen eyes like his, of a
strange metallic gray.
“Where am I?” her voice was husky, and her throat felt drier than a desert. She was lying on what looked pretty much like a hospital bed, with her body covered by a thin sheet of a strange fabric she had never seen before.
“On board our vessel.” He replied, smiling. “How are you feeling?”
“As if I was hit by a train.” She scowled, looking around the room.
“A train?” the man asked, puzzled.
“A huge transportation vehicle.” She explained. “My whole body hurts.”
“We weren’t able to find marks on your body. How did he hurt you?” he asked, checking a transparent screen hanging over her body.
“Through the collar. It injects you with some kind of drugs that cause the pain.” She replied, closing her eyes, as memories of those terrible moments filled her mind.
“Were you resisting him?” he asked with a frown that gave him a dangerous look.
“No, he took pleasure in hurting me, that’s all.” She ran her trembling hand through the metallic collar still wrapped around her neck.
“I see.” His frown was even deeper. “My name is Colborn Dag, the ship’s doctor.” He introduced himself, bowing his head.
“I’m Eleanor Fergusson.” She closed her eyes for a few seconds trying to pull herself together for the next question she wanted to ask. “Were you the one that bought me?”
“No, Asgar was the responsible for that. He bought all the human females on board the Slythonians vessel.” He informed her, still checking the information displayed on the screen.
“All of them?” a surge of hope flooded her heart and soul, and she looked at him, expectantly.