Enslaved by C.L. Scholey by C.L. Scholey - Read Online

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Rating: Erotica - Controversial Being in the wrong place at the wrong time seemed to be an occupation of Minuet's. Crippled in a car accident at nineteen; walking in on her husband and his lover at thirty; coming across a bank robbery at forty; and just recently losing her job at forty-eight, because her boss was having a bad day. Minuet thought life couldn't possibly get any worse. She was mistaken. Who would have thought finding a gorgeous hunk of a man on the forest floor in need of her aid would be a bad thing? Holding the man's head in her lap and promising to find him aid, Minuet finds herself looking down the business end of a futuristic weapon. Before she can explain she means the man no harm she is shot and killed by his comrade. When Minuet opens her eyes she finds herself on a strange ship, in a strange body, married to a strange man. Her 'husband' Chason hates her, his best friend Rance is in love with her, and the only way she can prove she is not a Zain spy, out to enslave the planet Zanuth with her dancing, is to finally be at the right place at the right time!
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Chapter 1

Minuet hobbled down the worn forest path. Over the lonely years, she herself had carved the groove her weary feet traveled on a gimp and slide technique. Brilliant autumn leaves fluttered on the trees. The air was crisp and clear. The sun was shining, peeking through the high tree tops to bathe the ground in various places like spotlights. Minuet loved the colors of the season but all too soon the snow would fly and she would be trapped in her tiny home watching wistfully out the window at her ‘dream path.’ That was her nickname for this beloved stretch of winding solitude.

No one else had ever been down this path, at least not to her knowledge. This was the one place Minuet could scream her frustration or rage. She could talk to herself, have conversations with herself, without the funny disapproving looks of others. Mother Nature was uncaring of her looks and didn’t judge. The wildlife didn’t mock her. Here she was free to do as she pleased. The forest creatures never pointed at her handicap with pity or even the sometimes snide giggles. There was no laughter carried to her ears in the breeze on her dream path. Minuet didn’t like to be alone, but it was easier to stomach than the staring eyes, or the well-meaning tsk-tsks of others.

A tear escaped the corner of her eye and Minuet had to stop and brace herself against a tree before she could lift her hand to wipe it away. She used the back of her hand because her fist was wrapped around a cane that had seen many years, too many years. Minuet refused to dwell on the car accident that had left her crippled at nineteen. She had worn a brace ever since and walked with a pronounced limp. Never having been one for pain meds, she had discarded them even though there was pain. She convinced herself the pain had a purpose; it made her feel when sometimes she thought she was numb inside—or wanted to be.

It wasn’t the accident she found hurtful, nor the fact her husband had cheated on her with her nurse when she developed pneumonia at thirty. Leaving her divorced, alone, but not bitter towards men. No, she was well past that. More often than not her thoughts strayed to the tender touch of a man who would love her. More than anything Minuet would have liked someone to help her in her times of doubt and confusion.

Her thoughts then settled onto the bank robbery she had stumbled on at forty. Better to not relive that either. Minuet shrugged off a shudder, feeling thankful the police had captured the two men and no one was injured—especially a young child, his young mother, and herself of course. Her heartache was due to the fact she had been fired. Not because she had done anything wrong but because her boss, Mrs. Benet, was having a bad day and she had been the closest scape goat. Minuet had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, the story of her life really. Just once, she thought it would be wonderful to be in the right place at the right time.

Like that will ever happen.

Aggravated twittering and squeals caught her attention and Minuet gazed up at the trees. A squirrel and bird seemed to be squabbling. Lucky creatures, Minuet thought. They had no idea how hard it was to be human. Minuet controlled her tears and moved on. She needed to find a new job fast. She had no savings. How was she to pay her bills with no income? The few meds she did need on rare occasion and other medical necessities kept her living from hand to mouth. Minuet’s immune system had been almost nil since a bad bout of pneumonia wreaked havoc on her lungs years ago.

At forty-eight Minuet was at a loss as to where she would find employment. Even a run down one bedroom house needed heat in the bitter winter. Her electric stove wouldn’t work without electricity. The roof sagged more than her bust line. Buying food would be a problem, but looking down at her rather ample weight she felt she could stand to tighten her belt. At five foot one and a hundred and sixty five pounds her poor leg was feeling the strain being in a brace. She sighed as she saw the hole in her shoe. A big toe had worked its way to freedom in her secondhand runners; the dingy grey of her sock was visible. She needed a new coat and boots.

Thoughts rolled within her mind as to her predicament. Before long, Minuet stood at the fast flowing creek. Salmon were spawning. Oh how she admired their tenacity. She watched an eager one of about two feet in length. It had been waiting at the side of the bank with the calmer water. It then made its move. Tail flapping mightily, it attacked a treacherous high slope within the river. Bubbles swirled around the poor creature to battle it back, but the determined salmon would have none of that.

Minuet called out, clapping her hands, cheering the fish on. It floundered for a second then, as if hearing her, it made a valiant jump and onto the next part of its journey it went. Minuet felt proud. Down but not out, anyone could succeed if you had heart and courage. Smiling, Minuet followed the bank. The fish were astounding, they never gave up. Nature gave all its creatures drive and determination. It came from within. Nodding to herself, Minuet knew she had been given a sign. She was the one resting near the quiet banks like the fish had—waiting for the right time to make her move. Maybe not today or even tomorrow, but her time would come. It always did. No matter the situation, Minuet was a fighter.

The meandering slope she approached was hard to maneuver but Minuet was filled with new hope. Today she would go just a little further rather than turn around. The climb was hard, and she was feeling it in her chest. Her hard puffs of breath came out to swirl around her face in a foggy mist. Minuet loved to see her breath. It was real, it was there. It was nature’s way to prove a point; just because you couldn’t see something didn’t mean it didn’t exist. If given a chance, in one way or another, it would show itself.

Minuet reached the top of the slope and gazed in wonder at the scene below. The river stretched farther, rounding a bend. The numerous trees painted in all their glory was a gift. Minuet devoured the sight. She wasn’t likely to see it again. With no job opportunities in sight and the rapid deterioration of her health, Minuet thought this one door was closing before another would open. No matter, she had seen beyond the bend, it was enough. If she had to spend the rest of her life in a home for the disabled, so be it. She had her memories; her mind functioned normally.

Minuet was just turning to leave when an odd moving lump caught her sight. She was positive an arm flailed. There was nothing wrong with her vision. She hesitated for a brief moment. It could be anyone. Maybe even a dangerous anyone. The arm in her sight fell to the forest floor and flopped.

Hello? Minuet called. Her clutch on the worn cane was a vice grip.

A gurgled sound