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.

fire and stood close to it. The room was not an uncomfortable temperature, but my hands were still

in darkness. A small torch lay unused by the pit.

to where I had seen movement. Whoever was laying in a lump on the floor I was evidently supposed

his neck 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,

pants were a soiled mess on the front and ripped in several places. From the smell of it, the area around him was soaked with

closer. The face was bruised and bloodied.

knees beside his head and called his name several times. He didn’t rouse at all. My hand went

him to the wall and it

I whispered urgently

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

wildly toward the door. The two men from before were standing just

needs help!” I called