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.

close to it. The room was not an uncomfortable temperature, but my hands were still regaining feeling

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

was laying in a lump on the floor

Around his neck was a thick metal collar and a very short chain attached him to the wall. His clothing

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

was bruised and bloodied. His Lip was split, but I knew

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

chain attaching him to the wall

I whispered urgently

very bad. The women had nearly killed him. I had no idea how I was supposed to

looked wildly toward the door. The two

help!” I