Earth,” Franciska said.
“Faster than any of us. You probably have better instincts or intuition or something.”
“That doesn’t make me a leader,” Tessa replied, shaking her head.
“She’s right,” Shalea said, straightening from her position by the stone arches.
“We shouldn’t be worrying about leadership when we still have very little to know.”
“Well what do we know?” Serena asked, pursing her lips.
No one spoke, leaving an empty silence to spill with no inspiration. Tessa hugged herself despite the warm air, feeling cold in such a strange place.
To their surprise, they didn’t wait for long because suddenly the door was opening and Yana was walking in with a wide smile.
“I’m pleased to see you are all happy to be together,” Yana said.
Tessa found herself wanting to punch him, hating his stupid face and his beauty.
“But the time has come for you to be primped and chosen!”
“Wait… what?” Tessa asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Yeah, we’re not going anywhere until you tell us why you’ve taken us from our home.” Shalea snapped.
The other women began to chorus in agreements, standing quickly to band together.
“It is not a problem,” Yana said, his smile never faltering.
“I’m sure you must be very confused. You’ve been brought here for one reason. However, I cannot be the one to explain, so please come. I will take you to our Greatest.”
He turned and moved toward the door. Suddenly it peeled back again, yet it pulled and pulled to reveal a wide hallway where the women were being looked upon by a long line of men.
Tessa gasped in surprise, noticing how all of the men looking toward them were astoundingly handsome. The only thing that made them different from men from back on Earth was that their skin were different shades of pink, blue, yellow, and purple. Their eyes were also strangely colored, but this only seemed to add to the allure.
“Come along,” Yana urged, walking through and the men made bowing motions, as if greeting them.
“What should we do?” Celia asked, her voice small.
“We don’t exactly have much choice, do we?” Shalea replied, and after exchanging glances with Tessa, they both nodded.
“Yeah,” Tessa said.
“We won’t be able to figure out anything if we stay here.”
Sure enough, the women began to follow Yana, huddling close and even holding hands as they were unsure how to react to the men staring at them.
“They’re so gorgeous,” Cassandra, the woman who had entered with Celia, crooned.
“Don’t fall for it,” Shalea admonished quickly.
“This could be a trap.” Tessa agreed silently, following Yana’s figure down the immense and splendorous hallway.
They were led further in until they arrived before a large and tall oval door, designed so much more intricately than any door Tessa had ever seen. Yana approached it and pressed a hand to the surface when the door shuddered and parted much like the other ones have.
It revealed an immense and astounding chamber, a large dais was settled at the very center of the room but the top was covered by what looked like a large curtain. When they approached, Tessa noticed that it wasn’t made of cloth… but of something that moved like it was also alive.
When it pulled back slowly, all of the women gasped. Tessa could only describe the chair on its top as a throne, but it was wide and long. On top of it was a man, body corded with powerful muscle and his skin was a color of a softened peach yellow—the closest to normal skin color of all the men they had seen—and clothed in long pants that blended almost into skirts, his torso bare.
His body was perfection, and his jaw was perfectly chiseled. His face—Tessa had never seen a body or a face so beautiful in all her life—looked like it had been sculpted by angels.
It was as terrifying as it was amazing.
When he looked at them, something overcame Tessa. A powerful heat that made her body shudder and feel tight
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