I don't want to die, but I just might on an alien mining moon.
On Earth, I had a good life. For the record, I didn't go into the light, but it came for me. It turns out the "people" were aliens. They abducted me and others, threw us into a cargo hold, and told us nothing.
Later, when we're dropped on a strange and barren planet, we're expected to work. I do, wanting to stay alive. Nothing distracted me until a bronze god of a man strolls in like he owns the place.
The hunk of an alien is everything a tall, dark, and handsome man should be. I can't help but stare until he stares back. He finally talks to me, calling me his forbidden fruit and making me scream his name during sexy times. He also says I don't belong here and plans to rescue me.
I hope so since I'm sure the other aliens know he's in an alien law enforcement agency. If he can't call for backup spaceships and ray guns, we might both be doomed.