nbsp; I can’t move.
He issues a set of noises, clicking sounds that shift in tone. The cacophony of noise tickles through my ear canal, and my body turns rigid.
“If you want to play the role of dumb damsel, be my guest,” he growls.
I’m still too scared to speak. Naturally, I try to fight him off, but he locks my hands much too easily.
Grinding against my backside, the alien threads his hand through the back of my pants, ripping the hard denim down the center. His fingers brush past my lips, ending all preconceived notions of safety.
His cock is harder than I thought possible, and I’m ashamed to report how wet I am.
There’s no greater catalyst than fear.
Breathing in deep, he grins, intoxicated with power. “The things I could do to you,” he says.
“No…”
I’m not ready. This is moving way too fast.
He tears my pants all the way off, spanking my exposed flesh. I should be kicking and screaming, but I can’t.
I remember what Elon once told me, years before he came back. Everyone holds a secret. And secrets are meant to get unearthed.
This is a choice. Just like every choice, it comes with an unknown consequence. Not just his cock.
Maybe I want this. Maybe I’ve always yearned to be somebody’s toy. Yes, there’s a wicked side to all of us, complimented by a direct need to be swept off our feet with love.
I want to be carried away into a bright sunset. Isn’t that every woman’s dream?
His laughter is warm. His breath, teasing across my skin. He slides his nose up the side of my neck, but when his lips near my ear, he pulls away. “Lucky for you, we have somewhere to be.”
I catch my breath, half excited, half terrified. Slightly ashamed. “We do?” I ask.
His hands are firm around my chains. “If we’re going to leave Earth’s atmosphere, we’ll need a functioning craft,” he says.
“Leave? Earth’s atmosphere?” I ask.
“No more questions. You’re coming with me.”
I was hoping he’d know the proper way out. After all, there’s no way this simulation can last more than a couple of hours. Regulators would label the technology a safety hazard. People need some sort of assurance their life is not a simulation.
Right?
Or maybe our world has grown to be too perfect. Maybe a simulation is exactly the kind of technology people want.
Oh, God…
This could last for days. Months. Years?
With tech as strong as this, the meaning of reality changes for everyone. The meaning of time changes. If utilized, a newly simulated world has infinite potential.
It could end us…
My alien captor kicks open the door. The outside is a dreary sky full of made-up constellations. He leads me down the steps of the old church, pushing me toward a dirt strip that leads out into the marshes. Crickets play their lonely winged instruments, beetles buzz, and every so often, you can hear a frog croak against the water.
The weather is warm, humid as a summer’s night down south.
In fact, that’s exactly what it is.