A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I had no idea who he was talking about and just stood staring at the floor. He cursed several times and grabbed my chin forcing me to Look at him. The man pantomimed eating.

“Feed-them-this,” he said slowly enunciating each word and pointing to the pot.

“Do-you-understand?”

This was the mountains, I reasoned. Hopefully the same rules did not apply about not speaking to or looking at other men. They must not, because this man was demanding I answer him

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“I understand you, sir,” squeaked out and he looked relieved.

The man turned on his heel and left without another word.

but my hands were still regaining feeling from the freezing trip

small torch lay unused by the pit. I held it close to the flaming and

the floor I was evidently supposed to feed. I crept closer and recognized

him to the wall. His clothing was what I was used to from the compound, leather pants, leather boots, and white shirt. He

pants were a soiled mess on the front and ripped in several places. From the smell

closer. The face was bruised and bloodied. His Lip was split, but I knew him.

and called his name several times. He didn’t rouse at all. My

him

I whispered urgently in

shoulder lightly and he still didn’t move. He Looked bad, very bad. The women had nearly killed him. I had no idea

wildly toward the door. The two men from before

help!” I called