Alien Bride

The leader snaps his fingers. The room turns white. The windows disappear. The sounds outside abruptly cease. The bed turns into a small cot.

I hang my head, deeply confused. “This is real,” I whisper.

I think of Ryan. I think about the worries back home. The Avalon article. My exes, and the lack of love I have felt for quite some time. All of that is so meaningless to me now.

A lifetime of work, down the drain.

The third alien wears a dark cape, frayed and torn at the edges. He eases forward and stands above me. Up close and personal, it is impossible not to look at them in all their glory. They are powerfully naked, cocks hung and ready.

Thick and swung like ripe bananas.

I hate to admit this to myself, but as much as it disgusts me, I can’t stop looking.

“We thought the sight of your room would help ease your discomfort,” he states.

The three stand like stone statues. They do not smile, and they seem ageless, like they’ve been alive for centuries.

It is difficult to speak. “This… this place… where am I?”

I’m so scared, I feel numb.

The leader bends a knee, teeth locked. “You are in space, millions of miles from your home planet,” he says.

“That can’t be true,” I say.

The leader stands. “Accept your path, or your existence will become much more difficult than you’re used to.”

I try to stand, but I slip on the floor, dragging my ankle. Bending, I grab my foot, and sigh as the pain sears through me.

I’m so dazed I forget that I’m naked, too. Once the realization hi

ts me, I cover the recesses of my body. There aren’t enough hands to shield my flesh.

I hide what I can and continue to edge away from them.

“What do you want with me?” I ask, voice raspy from screaming.

Stupid question.

The brutes surround me, expressions shifting into pure anger.

The husky alien with the piercings nudges me back. “We want you on your knees,” he commands.

I want to scream and fight back, but I tried that once and failed. The door is too far. If I attempt to run, these beasts will ruin me. I thought Ryan was dangerous, but these aliens are a million times worse.

Sensing no escape, I follow their commands. Slowly, I lower to my knees and bend over, feeling the chill air sweep across my bare ass.

I close my eyes, but the light of the room still feels blinding.

The caped alien analyzes me. “Hm.”

He leans forward, forcing his palm through my hair. “Ouch!” I shout.

He doesn’t stop.

He twists the frayed hair into a tight ponytail.

Did they choose me of all humans to torture? That would make the most sense. I’ve read many similar reports of alien abductions, but it always seemed like ET’s were more careful with their sightings.