A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I recognized the men that were my fake Masters. They Lay listlessly on pallets beside one another. They reeked and weren’t moving.

Master Kein approached the men and waved a hand in front of their open eyes. The men on the pallets didn’t seem to notice him. They just lay silently, staring straight ahead.

It wasn’t safe to talk here, so the internal conversation took over. We weren’t friends with these men. They had been useful, but we were angry at how they had used our Ciara. No one wanted to fix them.

“Nu-reeh said to,” I said out Loud and Master Damien placed a finger over my lips.

We didn’t know how to fix their bond. Damien’s family was not a family of Healers, we were Warriors. These men were not friends with us, we didn’t know anything about them.

“I know them,” I told Master Damien and he looked harshly at me, “and I know they need to be cleaned up.”

Master Evan was irritated with my persistence. None of us knew how to fix someone else’s bond. Had it been friends we would try, but these men were not friends.

I argued out loud and

wouldn’t let minor pain dissuade me. I was fairly certain Nu-reeh was capable

up and got right

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do not know how to fix

my faltering determination and I

“I say we can.”

staring at one

Master Bane whispered,

say Ciara

moment looking between Master Evan and me. Master Bane loved an underdog, it was more interesting when

need clean pallets and we need to wash them,” I

was the internal consent. We would do what I said, if only to prove how mistaken I