A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I imagined I must look Like a brown Lump from the outside.

“Ciara,” Master Damien said facing me, “outside these walls are others who will not appreciate you. Having a slave is a privilege, most cannot afford it. Speak to no one, including us. You will be punished severely if you speak in the village. Can you do this?”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I said.

We walked out a thick door nestled Low in the wall. The men allowed me to follow Master Damien out and then took up positions. The men were on either side and behind me; I was surrounded.

The way they moved and the tight grouping they held told me two things First, I couldn’t run from them out here. It wasn’t Like I had anywhere to go anyway. The second thing was that no one else on this street was going to touch me. Since running was out of the question and I felt safe, I was able to just look around,

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The area was alive. There were men everywhere standing outside the large buildings that lined the narrow streets. Everything looked like it had been made out of putty colored sand. Strange paintings adorned the outsides of the buildings. I wondered if that wasn’t their ‘language.

itself was crowded with tent vendors outside the main buildings. No one said a word to our entourage. I made good use of my ‘peripherals’ and noticed almost all the vendors held something

a stand had what Looked Like earrings and they got my attention. Despite my circumstances, I still noticed the beautiful jewelry. Shiny things always grabbed my eyes. My mom had teased me about

succeeded. One pair had a silver loop with a blue stone

Master Bane made a sound and Master Damien stopped. He came to a stop in

you are Looking at,” Master Evan said gruffly under

to be sly, but I must have been obvious. I quickly gestured with my mittened hand to the set I had

Looked curiously at it; like

his belt. He retrieved the earrings from the salesman and passed them to the back

we walked away Master Evan quietly asked Master Damien, “Do you know what

our colors,”

followed him past the guard at the gate. We were in

It was quieter here and only Warriors with slaves seemed to be present. These shops must