A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It was my own private horror. My friend was gone, lost into the chasm that was their collective mind. All that trouble to save him and I’d helped to send him away permanently. A single tear ran down my cheek as I stood up.

“Why are you making tears, Ciara?” he asked curiously taking it off my face.

“Sometimes humans make tears when we are happy about something. I’m really happy for you Master Christof,” I Lied.

I don’t think he believed me, but he let it slide.

I was so depressed. The one person here that didn’t insist I act like a mindless slave was now a mindless slave. I barely noticed when Master Damien let me choose between two different pieces of ornamentation to wear to the Keepers today. They’d never done that before, but I was too upset to give it much thought.

The men were still in phenomenally fabulous states of mind. They didn’t seem to notice my mood, which was a good thing. It would have been impossible to explain.

After all the exertion Last night I was really thirsty. They had set me between Master Bane and Master Kein and I kept asking for a Little more water during the morning meal. Master Kein must have gotten sick of me, he handed me a full cup and went back to the conversation.

me. Tentatively I took a sip and looked up. They were still talking about a new sword someone had gotten. I drank the whole cup and handed it back

‘s L I B R A R

and he Laughed tousling my hair. It struck me to wonder if they could just stick to their

though. Master Damien kissed my cheek and told me to have fun. He said we would go for a fitting in the next couple of days. I needed to describe to the tailors how the outfit I danced in was made. They were all acting so off, I couldn’t figure it

girls were sympathetic to my problem when I told them about

had forgotten what it was Like to have a special relationship with just one person. They tried to cheer me up, but it didn’t really work. I was in

campaign and who was going for

him, the real him. I missed talking to him about how he was raised and what it was like to use a sword, all the stupid stuff we used to talk about at mid day. At some point during the meal

him I was thinking of my family again. He said the same thing Master Damien had, I wasn’t permitted to think about them. They had not done

glad for the way they obsessed on us. It made it easier to disappear in the afternoons. They were always helping someone undress or walking them to the bathroom. It was stupid

little yellow fish that hung out at the edge of the rock wall by the inlet. I chased them sometimes. I

home, I’d been taught never to fight an undertow, but I’d never been in one this strong or fast. I remembered an