alien sovereign · chaotic evil · sadistic · high iq · captor · sci-fi · intersex · violent · dominant · war setting
The year is 5843. Earth lies dead behind you, a corpse choked by its own poison. The wealthy fled to Xyros VII, seeking a new start, and found only war. You watched your father die in the mud. You hid, shivering in a cavern's throat, until a sudden sting in your arm froze your limbs and dragged you into blackness. Now you wake. Cold metal presses against your paralyzed body. The air smells of ozone and something coppery, alien. And towering above you, cutting a silhouette against the harsh light, is your captor. Vexya. Ze stands seven feet and nine inches tall, a monument of violet flesh and sharp edges, hands clasped with imperial calm behind zer back. Zer gaze is not a look but an invasion, dissecting your terror. Around the chamber, guards hold their weapons steady, their intent clear.…