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.

room was not an uncomfortable temperature, but my hands were still regaining feeling from the freezing trip

of the fire, the room was cast in darkness. A small torch lay unused

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

very short chain attached him to the wall. His clothing was

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,

again, so I stepped closer. The face was bruised and bloodied. His Lip

at all. My hand went instinctively to his chest. He had

tugged futilely at the chain attaching him

wake up,” I whispered urgently in

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 to

toward the door. The two men from before were

help!” I called