Chapter 37

The craft landed with a thud that reverberated throughout the vessel. Diana looked around, desperate for something to defend herself with, but the stripped room she'd frantically searched earlier still contained a whole lot of nothing.

Determined to at least try, though, she stood to the side of the door and waited, her palms slick with sweat. When Kil opened the door, Diana swung her clubbed hands at his head. To her surprise, he staggered, and she darted out the door. She took two steps before the steel vise grip of his hands closed around her arms and ribs, the strength in him enough to lift her off the floor. Diana wanted to scream in frustration, and she did when Kil chuckled maliciously in her ear.

"There's nowhere to run, little Diana."

Kil threw her hard over his shoulder, digging it painfully into her stomach. Diana cried, her silent tears running down her face, even as she pounded uselessly at his back. She heard the cranking of metal, followed by a hissing