A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Bane was furious. I could see his Brothers working hard to calm him down. If they didn’t relax him, the rage would be infectious.

“How have we never seen the mark?” he asked slumping his shoulders.

The water was turned off as Damien touched one shoulder and Evan the other. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“They kept us a distance from the young ones most of the time. We only trained them in large groups of many families,” Kein said.

“We were never encouraged to pay them much attention. None of us ever looked at another man’s mark. There was never a reason to.”

Angela’s Library

I dried myself with a towel as the men spoke to Bane. Wrapping the fabric around my body I settled on a bench and watched them. Christof had obviously wanted me away, so I stayed away.

Bane noticed me sitting on the other side of the room and walked to sit beside me. His Brothers hovered, but allowed us to be near one another. Bane sat and put his elbows on his knees. Cocking his head to the side he smiled sadly.

“I understand now,” he said simply.

“They disappear from you. You cannot protect them or know them. The sadness makes sense to me now.”

My hand reached out to soothe down his wet back. It felt like a reconnection of sorts. Evan handed me a towel and I rubbed Bane’s back dry. His angry outburst had forced his Brothers to separate us. Prior experience told me that would upset him. Family gained strength when they were together.

“You know this boy,” I soothed. “I know you train all of them. We will know him better now.”

“We will not just know him,” Bane said staring at the floor.

“We will free him. He should not be kept this way.”

Kein answered before I had a chance to say anything.

“Hannah will take him away. She will help him.”

Damien agreed and so did Christof. Hannah had said she’d take my men if it wasn’t for me. Certainly she’d take young Warriors.

The conversation concerned me. Those boys were just that, boys. They were children. Yes, they had trained, but they were very inexperienced. They barely knew how to fight and they knew nothing of the world. This would be a dangerous endeavor for them.

“Do they practice with sharpened blades?” I asked quietly.

The men looked uncomfortable and Bane spoke quietly. They would not qualify to use the sharpened blades for another three turns of the ringed moon. The men waited and watched me. I knew they expected me to tell them, no. Not that my opinion could stop them, but I knew it mattered. The family had to agree.

“You must train them in the dangers they will face,” I said instead.

“While we have them at the cabin you can start their real education. Relay the stories Hannah has given you.”

Bane looked up at me and smiled. We were in accord. Damien’s family would save Bane’s son.