My mom sits at the kitchen table, exhaling like she just worked a ten-hour shift. “Did you forget to pay your water bill again? Is that what this is about?”
I can feel my blood pressure spike. “No, mom, it’s not the water bill. Now, get up. We need to leave,” I say.
My mother continues, wagging her finger at me. “Your father used to ‘forget’ to pay his IRS taxes, too. You saw what happened to him,” she sneers. “But don’t you worry. The water companies will give you an extra few days to send the money through. I’ll take care of the check.”
God, what century is she living in? This isn’t 2020. This is 2093, and we solved the water crises years ago.
I lose my temper, pointing at the live footage of the invading mothership. “Mom!”
Finally, she seems to recognize the danger we are in. Her jaw drops in terror. “Lord, what has congress approved now?”
Face palm.
A reporter on the scene tells us that the Navy is now on standby. Ground troops surround its circumference. The Air Force circles above. As more countries recognize the global threat, they all come together on this.
But it’s not quick enough.
Deep in my heart, I know there’s no way we can win this war. Whatever these beings are, they are not primitive. They are primal and futuristic, ready to take and kill an entire planet.
Once we attack them, it’ll all be over. There is no winning this fight.
There is a strange silence before a hum vibrates over the sky. The noise grows louder as a large circular door opens in the center of the craft.
Here it comes...
The troops tell them to stand down. If they do not comply within ten-seconds, they will open fire.
“Ten...”
The hum turns into a piercing dissonance. A bright light forms in the center of that opening.
“Seven… Six… Five...”
The light grows brighter. The sound becomes so overwhelming that even my mother is protecting her ears with her palms.
“Emma, what is happening?” she cries.
Before I can answer, the sound cuts out. And that’s when I realize they are establishing a dialogue.
They want to talk to us.
Maybe they want to be our allies!
My mind starts to race. I think about my job at the Daily Star. My career could skyrocket. Who knows? Maybe they’d give me Ryan’s job.
They speak in a language nobody can understand. It’s a heavy, throaty sound that cuts like glass against the ear drums.
This is not a welcome speech. It’s a warning.
A few seconds pass before they issue a translation in all languages around the globe.
“Those who resist will die.”
The army opens fire. Aircrafts send ballistic missiles at the mothership, but they are quickly deflected by a great force-field.
Their turrets aim and decimate a row of tanks. They’re using futuristic weaponry, leagues beyond our own. Even if we sent out a nuke, it would do more damage to us than them.
Are the leaders of men even listening? Those who resist will die. Why aren’t they backing down?
When I was a young girl, I used to binge watch the classics from the turn of the century. I know how this turns out. In every alien invasion scenario, resistance was futile.
It’s like we were warning ourselves. Why didn’t we listen?
They stop firing. The ground troops retreat into the city, finding a new post to cower behind.
There’s an eerie silence that follows, a panic so extreme no one dare speaks.
Just when I believe we might have a chance at diplomacy, the bright light in the center of the mothership shoots outward, blasting a bridge that connects the highway together over a large body of water.
Concrete crumbles. Metal wanes, and the thick beams snap, violently whipping through the cars.
That same bright light of destruction soon dims. A drill extends through the mothercraft, piercing into the sea.
I swallow, throat so parched I can hardly get anything down. They are extracting our minerals, sucking the oceans dry. Soon, they will destroy everything we have fought so hard to keep alive.
I’ve only seen this in movies. I never thought this could become reality.
My mother is speechless. Motionless. She is no longer confused. She knows exactly what is happening.
I take her hand and squeeze as we stare at the holographic image.
The entire world is watching.
I snap out of my panic and decide to act. “We need to pack and get out of town. I don’t care how long it takes. We’ll drive to Mexico or Canada, and we’ll figure it out from there.”
Monsters, beasts, alien brutes – berserker types. They are very real. I can admit when I’m wrong.
But my mom isn’t standing. She’s just staring with tears trailing down the wrinkles of her cheeks. “I’m seventy-two,” she says. “What can I possibly do?”
“C’mon, mom. We have to go. It’s time to pack your things,” I say.
She sees what I see, but she doesn’t budge. Remaining defiant, she says, “I’m not leaving.”
“Mom...”
She inhales. “I’ve lived a whole and healthy live. I’ve prospered with love. With a child. I know we never got along, but I want you to know that—”
Another blast rings out on the hologram, cutting my mother off. Half of my building explodes, but my apartment is still standing.
They are attacking again, and I should be worried, but I just wish she would finish her sentence and tell me what I so desperately need to hear from her.
I think I know what she was about to tell me.
She loved me the best she could. Sometimes, we think our parents are Gods, immune to the world around them. We think of them as controllers of the universe.
As we get older, all of that fades. They are just people, looking for one drop of love, empathy, and forgiveness.
It’s hard for me to forgive my mom for how she loved me. She wasn’t always present. When she was, her mind was on other things. Money was always an issue, but I don’t think that was where her problems stemmed.
She grew up in an era of instability, a few decades after the turn of the century. After she couldn’t pay back her student loans, her parents filed for bankruptcy. And once that happened, they just couldn’t take care of her.
She became an adult. She used her anger and became an activist.
Climate was a real issue, and her generation was the one who took it head on. They solved some real global issues, but I guess having a daughter who worked for the tabloids never really interested her.
But she loved me. I do know that.
I don’t care what she says. I’ll pack her bags for her. She’s coming with me.
I run to my room, toss open every single drawer. I place my clothes in a pile, stuffing them into a small suitcase. Anything of real value, I take.
My cell phone rings in the living room. “Mom, I’ll be packed and ready to leave in two minutes. Can you pick up the phone?”
When she doesn’t answer, I run and grab it myself. It’s Ryan.
Great…
Mother is nowhere to be found. “Mom, where are you?” I ask.
No response.
She must have heeded my warnings and started to pack.
I shrug and answer the phone. “Ryan, is that you?” I ask.
His speech is hurried. I can hear his feet hitting the pavement. Wherever he is, he’s running hard. “Emma. Dear, God. What is happening?”
“I… don’t know,” I say.
He gulps and chokes, coughing. “Scrap the Avalon story. None of that matters anymore. I need you to draft something else for me,” he says.
Is he for real? I’m not working today.
I groan and nearly throw my phone at my dresser. “Ryan, we’re being attacked, and you’re still putting me on assignments?”
“This is important,” he yells.
I turn, ready t
o leave, but all is not right in my apartment. My mother is nowhere in sight, and the mothership is still drilling into the Earth’s core.
As I grab my suitcase, I feel a presence.
I freeze.
There are two alien beasts standing inside my room.
Ryan speaks, but I can barely hear him. “Emma? Are you with me on this?”
I take a step back. A chill runs through my veins.
I can’t speak. I can’t even open my mouth to breathe. I try to suck in oxygen through my nose, but it just makes me feel faint.
“No...” I whisper, tears forming in the crevices of my eyelids.
The beasts are wild and untamed. Unabashedly naked, they stand like tribal warlords from the future.
I choke on my saliva and try not to look at the meaty, hard flesh that rises between their rounded, muscular thighs. I try not to analyze their rippling abdomens and biceps, covered in steel armor plating.
Their gold piercings wag as they walk toward me. “Human...” one growls.
I take another step back. Then another. Attempting a third, I feel an immovable object behind me. No, it’s more than an object. It’s a towering body.
Another alien.
I’m boxed in. This is a nightmare.
The brute takes me into his grasp, cupping his large hand around my mouth. “Don’t make a sound,” he growls.
I drop the phone.
Ryan’s voice reverberates from the speaker. “This could be the biggest story of your life,” he says.
I fight as hard as I can, knocking my elbow against the alien behind me. Though his nose runs with blood, he laughs.
Resorting to biting, my teeth catch against large scales.
My blood runs cold.
The savages take and bind my extremities.
They gag my mouth and pin me to the floor, groping my body like perverted maniacs. “Please, no,” I whisper, voice muffled.
They rip my pants and spank me. They touch me…
My eyes widen as one alien grabs my skull and grins. He flashes a light in my eyes, dazing me.
My muscles relax. Suddenly, I can’t move.
“What have you done to me?” I whisper, knowing they can’t hear a thing I’m saying.
“Sleep,” the alien growls.
My vision wanes. My eyelids droop. I try to hold on to reality, but the urge to fade is far too strong.
I fall asleep, drifting into a nightmare.
Four
Emma
When I wake, I clench my chest. I can’t breathe. My lungs catch, and I start inhaling thick liquid.
I am not in my room. No, what I experienced was not a dream.
I was taken by savages. They are aliens that demand one thing: submission.
It’s impossible to believe, but they have put me inside a massive chamber filled with a dense liquid. It’s not water. It’s some sort of slime...
I panic, but a loud-speaker resounds above my head: “Human, breathe.”
“No!”
I exhale, blowing small bubbles, resisting the urge to inhale the strange, thick liquid that oozes from my facial cavities. Seconds pass and my lungs give way.
I suck in a lungful of the disgusting substance.
My sinuses burn. My nerves go haywire. My chest pumps, seizing. Is this how aliens kill their prey?
As the dense slime fills my lungs, my body’s instincts kick into overdrive. I twist and turn as every fiber of my being tries to convert whatever this liquid is into oxygen.
Fighting for survival, my body eventually shuts down. My arms go dull. My spine bends my body forward, and I float to the top of the chamber.
My blood feels cold, but I can breathe.
“What is happening to me?” I ask, aloud.
Three aliens appear in front of the glass chamber. One alien, dressed in fine armor, pinned with many strange medals, walks forward. He is clearly the leader of the pack.
He places his hand on the glass. I think back to yesterday, the day aliens invaded our beloved Earth.
The deviant beast growls. “Breathe and rest easy. In the morning, you will be ours to fuck.”
What…?
Before I can process any of this, I black out.
Again, I wake. This time, I am in another room. My hair is slightly wet, and my body shivers as the chill air waves around my naked flesh.
Was the chamber just a dream? Or did I really undergo some type of breathing installation?
No, it must have been a dream. There is no way that was real. The human body isn’t designed to breathe in those conditions.
As soon as my eyes focus, I lift my body and groan. Pain extends into my muscles. My ass is covered in bruises. I glance back and see red handprints, the last remnants from being handled.
I wasn’t dreaming.
This was all real. Aliens took me, and there’s no way they’re going to let me go.
As I take a breath, my lungs quiver. I cough and hack out the green slime.
I swivel out of bed and realize I’m not just in another room. I am in my room. But that’s not what startles me.
Four feet stop in front of me. I roll my eyes up to see the leader alpha with one other, a huskier alien with a large nostril piercing and wild tribal tattoos.
“Human lungs are weak,” he states.
I cough and feel the tears squeeze from my eyelids. “It… hurts,” I whisper.
“We have given you the gift of breath. We saved your life,” the other grunts. “Give it an hour. You will feel normal.”
I raise my voice. “Saved my life?” I ask.
“When the other humans are expunged, you will see what privileges we have given you,” the leader says.
I scramble back against the bed. My bed. “Who are you? How did you get into my home?” I ask.
Another alien appears in the doorway, licking his lips.
The leader remains calm. “This must be hard to hear. But we must harvest your planet.”
“And your womb,” another says.
I must be dreaming. This is some kind of fucked up nightmare, terrible in every way imaginable. Eventually, I’ll wake.
The three beings are tall and brutal, with muscles made of steel. Their eyes are intense, pupils glowing red.
I take another breath. This time, much deeper. It doesn’t cause me to cough, but it still stings.
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.
The thicker alien grabs my cheeks, forcing my chin upright. When I stop fighting, he looks displeased.
Raising his voice, he barks, “Back straight. Ass in the air, cunt.”
He forces my back to arch. It’s uncomfortable.
“Spread your cheeks,” the leader commands.
Slowly, I place both hands around my cheeks. Body stiff with fear, I spread my cheeks apart.
My pussy is on display. Every inch of me is visible.
These aliens want something far worse than torture. It’s obvious. The more I wonder what their master plan amounts to, the more I worry.
Do they expect… a baby?
Oh, fuck. No, no, no.
This can’t be happening to me.
The bastard bends and growls, sniffing the air near my neck. With extreme pleasure, he drags his nose across my body.
Like an animal, he explores me.
They want sex. They want to use me for my womb.
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