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.

turned back to the fire and stood close to it. The room was not an uncomfortable temperature, but my hands were still regaining feeling from the

fire, the room was cast in darkness. A small torch lay unused by the pit. I held it close to the flaming and the thing lit

the floor

was a thick metal collar and a very short chain attached him to the wall. His clothing was what I was used to from the compound, leather pants, leather boots, and white shirt. He didn’t move as

matted in a wound on his scalp and his shirt was sprayed with blood. His pants were a soiled mess on the front and ripped in several places. From the smell of it, the area

prisoner didn’t move again, so I stepped closer. The face was bruised and bloodied. His Lip was split, but

didn’t rouse at all. My hand went instinctively to his chest. He had a heart beat and his warm

attaching him to

Kein, wake up,” I whispered urgently

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

torch and looked wildly toward the door. The

help!”