A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I will wrap her so that doesn’t happen and nobody here would say anything-” I started to say and Christof pointed to my sleeping daughter.

I took a different tact. “I’ll put her on my chest to sleep. Is that better?”

“You Like to sleep on your side,” Kein informed me. “In the middle of the night you turn on your hip.”

Strangely observant, but it was still true.

In an attempt to find a solution I offered up the idea of a crib, but that wasn’t how Nu-reeh had said to sleep. Instead, Christof and I built a barricade of blankets between Damien and Hannah. I could only imagine what the baby books at home would have said about doing that.

We lay down in our spots and my men’s breathing evened out very quickly. I lay staring at the ceiling and thinking. So much ran through my mind, I didn’t know where to start.

In the days I’d shared a bond with my family, I had thought whatever they did. With that compulsion gone, I could think clearly. For the first time in ages, I felt normal.

it were stranger than others, parts of it more stressful. I refused

killed my tutors. Damien had been ready to decapitate the man he was holding. It hadn’t mattered that Nu-reeh didn’t want

G E L A ‘s L I B R

and his Brothers were made to stop. Something

when I realized. Nu-reeh had made them stop. That collective consciousness that pulsed between them; she had enforced her

control the men completely. It was done at such an intrinsic level the men weren’t even aware

She took over the mind of her father and examined his memories. I didn’t control his

men just line up and do what they wanted. What was the point of

them to fight and make their own decisions. Nu-reeh only stepped in when the men

just had better things

although I

perhaps I should not tell Nu-reeh I understood. She may kill me if I knew her