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.

gotten him across the chest deeply. Kein had a nasty 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

to let me help. I thought they were angry at first. They weren’t, they just wanted to spend time together before they

would. If we are not able to care for you, we asked her to place you. There is a family

treat you well, we

was speechless

kill you,” I argued

“You are her favorites…”

Angela’s Library

Damien said kissing my cheek, “I think you would feel

was kissing me before I could argue. “You brought me great happiness, Ciara. I hope I brought you

happening,” I argued as Evan crushed me to