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.

was thirsty, so

and pointed to the

said as he helped me to sit

but I wanted more. I clung to Master Damien’s arm so he

again. My right leg was tattooed and raw looking. It Looked like an intricate snake wrapping around my entire calf on

is to be the waking dream of the tentacle again,” said Master

Ciara,” Master Christof said petting my

burned it off of your leg, there is no tentacle stuck to you. You aren’t drowning. We cut the fleint’s appendage and pulled you up,”

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

it awake?” Master Damien asked

know who we are?” Master Christof asked

owners,” I croaked