A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

In my head I counted through the stream of men that had been in my mother’s life. I never got attached to any of her boyfriends, because they came and went so quickly What would happen to me if Damien and his Brothers wanted a fresh face?

“Mama, they think they care for you now, but we both know that could change. You live, breath, and eat at their discretion. We both know what it means to wear the status of slave. You will exist until they tire of you and then they can sell you or kill you!”

My men all stiffened at that comment, but it didn’t stop Hannah. She was on a roll. I saw her temper start to flare out of control and she spoke faster.

“That’s why you’ve been so good to them. You’ve always acted good, so they keep you. Find what they want and provide it, right, Mama? What happens when they don’t want you anymore?! They will destroy you and I can’t stop it! How can I protect you if I’m not here?!” she screamed.

The pain of that last statement stopped me. All her anger, all her frustration was not directed at my men; it was directed at herself. Hannah had internalized all the fears I had, but she could escape them. I could never get away and she thought she was powerless to help me.

She lashed out with her vicious weapons cutting at my men. She was a flurry of screaming fury for a moment or two and then she was gone Hannah had disappeared from the apartment as fast as she had appeared.

wound on his palm where a talon had gone clean through. She’d knocked Damien down, but he rolled out of the way when she tried to take his head off. Christof had been mostly spared since he was close to me. Evan had

men bound their wounds silently and refused to let me help. I thought they were angry at first. They weren’t, they just wanted to spend time together before they

place you. There is a family back at the compound that has trained

you well, we are sure of

was speechless for

she won’t kill you,” I argued following them around

“You are her favorites…”

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think you would feel sick

kissing me before I could argue. “You brought me great

happening,” I argued as Evan