A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Master Evan was watching me with unfaltering attention. He Lay on his side in the bed looking at me. He had his head propped up on his hand as though he had been studying me for some time.

“So which horror is it to be this time, Ciara?” he asked brushing my hair off my forehead. “Though I know it serves no purpose, I will tell you again, you are safe and we are real.”

What a bizarre thing to say.

I turned my head and saw the moon through the window. It was night. I couldn’t figure how I got here or where I was supposed to be. I didn’t remember going to sleep and no one else was in bed.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

The men slowly came into the bedroom and sat around me on the bed. They were all dressed in their linen shifts. It must be bedtime. I couldn’t figure out why I went to bed first.

“What has it said this time?” Master Damien asked taking a sip from the cup in his hands.

I was thirsty, so

Damien,” I pleaded and pointed to the cup. My

Master Evan said as he helped me

held me up and let me drink. I felt weak and dizzy. Inside the cup was water, but it burned going down. I coughed and sputtered, but I wanted

away I screamed again. My right leg was tattooed and raw looking. It

the waking dream of the tentacle again,” said Master

Ciara,” Master

to you. You aren’t drowning. We cut

you talking about?” I grated out. “Why did you mark my

all just stared at me for a moment. “Is it awake?” Master Damien asked contemplatively. iara,” Master Kein asked, “where are you?” in

are?” Master Christof asked

are my owners,” I croaked