“Go to your room, little one. Go and tell yourself that I somehow made you like that, that you wouldn’t have cum like a bitch in heat if I hadn’t forced you,” he called after me in a cold, condescending voice.
His words only heightened the shame coursing through my body, and I fled out of the room as fast as I could, not stopping until I got to the room that I had woken up in. I slammed the door behind me, pressing the simple, measly lock on the doorknob that I knew wouldn’t really keep anyone out if they wanted to get in.
I backed up until my knees hit the bed behind me, my eyes locked onto the door as I breathlessly waited to see if anyone came after me. Glancing over at my reflection in the window, I stared incredulously at the blood smeared across my chin and neck. Fuck, he’d been tasting my blood… was that what Vepar did? Drink blood?
After five minutes of no one following me, I finally leaned back on the bed, and I cried.
What was wrong with me that I’d let him do that to me? And I actually enjoyed it? What kind of sick person actually delighted in having an alien species that had taken her parents turn her on?
I cried into my pillow for hours, vaguely aware that the fabric beneath my face was a million times softer than the one I slept on in my loft. I cried until I fell asleep. Visions of monsters eating my parents plagued my dreams, and I watched in horror.
When I woke next, night cloaked the room and soft rain pattered against my window. With no clocks in my room and my phone taken from me, I had no way of knowing what time it was. I wasn’t going to go downstairs and ask either. I’d rather sit in here forever than face any of the Vepar again.
I felt hopeless as I laid there. This was my life. I had been captured by the same creatures that took my parents, and soon I would disappear just like them. They would either kill me or worse, I would become some sort of human sex slave until I grew too old for them to want me anymore.
Tears threatened again, but I held them in. I would just lay here until they came for me. I wouldn’t make it easy on them. They would have to force me to cooperate.
I found myself wishing that they would just kill me.