A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Damien and his Brothers apologized for lying to me during Lunch. It had never been their intention to cause me pain; they only wanted to protect me.

“The sadness the breeding caused you was too strong and we feared you would break again,” Christof said solemnly.

“We wanted to protect you.”

I shook my head and picked at my plate absently.

“The truth is important between us,” I told him. “You can’t tell me I’m free and still make all my decisions for me.”

They didn’t understand and I knew the root of their confusion. In their hearts they didn’t believe I was strong enough to be free the way they were. My family still had my position caught somewhere between slave and free, but not entirely either.

N G E L A ‘s L I B

When they got back they told me the young men were upset their mentors had to leave for a time, but Damien had promised to return. He asked the young men to continue

about the outside world. Nothing we ever said to them leaked out. They were Loyal and discrete. Damien told me that’s what made him decide to trust

it seemed. He’d told them if a young woman named “Hannah” or “Kennedy” wanted them to go somewhere, they should go. There was a life beyond these walls

boots the men preferred and other things they Liked to have. Those things were packed up to take with us to the mountains. We

see this,” Christof told me seriously. “We will hide it in the sleeping area of our

be dangerous. He knew it could burn and made me swear to

kept in

blabbing about. The family came before everything else. This secret protected Hannah, Kennedy, and all of us; there was no way I

out of love. It was a misguided attempt to protect me from the pain of a forced conception. I mourned

for me. I cared for them, too. I wished that one day we could love one another equally. It seemed that time was