Aliens: My Alien, Daeus

Chapter One

Edited: 5/3/24

A/N: Void's given name Ruin was given to him because his mother considered him something that had ruined her life, job, and family. When he gets his alien-given name, it will no longer say Ruin/Void. I went ahead and let you all know his alien-given name so that there is no confusion later on when it no longer says Ruin.

Oh and thank you for selecting my book to read. I know there are plenty of human pet books out there, but I wanted to put my idea out there as well. Please give me feedback on what you think and if you think something could have been worded different or if there's a typo, don't be afraid to point it out.

Ruin/Void's POV

The sun floated above the treetops in a lazy mannor. It wasn't too hard to tell that the rest of the week would be as hot as today, but it was hard to enjoy the sunshine. My pale skin craved the touch of the sun, but everytime I got close to the window, my eyes stung and Quill would pull me away. I hadn't been outside in what felt like years, but in reality it was only three months ago - when I ran away from home.

The older male had been waiting for me when I ran away. Quill had been my secret and now I felt like his. My boyfriend had said my parents were still looking for me. That it wasn't safe outside in the real world and I believed him. Yet a part of me wanted to rebel. I wanted to take a walk in the park. I wanted to go shopping for myself, have a job, and have friends. I wanted a life. Not having one is the reason I left my abusive parents in the first place. I hadn't realized it then, that I'd left one captor for another, but as the week progressed, I did.

"Get away from the window, lemon drop," Quill ordered gently as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back from the window. He never used my real name, but then again, neither did I. Being called Ruin all your life wasn't fun. Yet the nicknames he did give me no longer felt like fun either and instead they felt derogatory. It was like he saw me as nothing but an object. I wasn't his to own, yet I couldn't break free of him. He'd loved me. He'd lured me in and he showed his true face when it was too late.

The dead, cold black eyes of Quill searched my body for any fresh self-harm cuts and when he found none, he smiled. The last time I cut myself, he'd been furious. He'd left the house for three days and hadn't come back until I called him to apologize. He checked me over whenever he could, often times ordering me to strip so he could make sure I was okay. His black hair was a messy mop atop his head, but he liked it that way, so I never tried to fix the rogue curls on his forehead or ears. He stood four inches taller than me at 5'11 and was a much broader man than myself. He was also seven years older than me and my young and stupid mind hadn't taken that as a warning when we first met.

I was only 19. In fact, today was my birthday. Or it should have been. Quill never celebrated my birthday. Not in the two years we've known each other. My body was built more for running than it was for strength. Something I no longer prided myself on as running seemed to be the only thing I was good at.

"You know how cruel the world is out there. All you need is in here," He gestured to the small house. Well, really, it was a penthouse. We were the top floor of a very high building. The penthouse should've been bigger, but it was only three rooms, a living room, a kitchen, one bathroom and a small balcony. The whole house had been me-proofed. I couldn't unlock the doors that lead to the balcony or the rest of the apartment. I couldn't unlock the windows. I wasn't allowed in the kitchen. Sharp objects weren't allowed near me. He treated me like a child and it had only taken me till now to realize it.

Quill let go of me and walked back into the kitchen. I sat down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Even though I was safe here, I wasn't safe from Quill. Every Wednesday he left all day and came home drunk. It was during those nights that I slept on the couch because he'd beat me. The only thing I was allowed to do was read books. He kept all the electronics away from me and didn't own a single TV. There were cameras stationed everywhere as well.