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

pleaded and pointed to the cup. My voice was

you, brother,” Master Evan said as he

burned going down. I coughed and sputtered, but I wanted more. I clung to Master Damien’s arm

me. Jerking the covers away I screamed again. My right leg was

dream

have you, Ciara,” Master Christof

you. You aren’t drowning. We cut the fleint’s appendage and

out. “Why did you mark my leg

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

who we are?” Master Christof asked

owners,” I croaked