A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

By his fifth moon something strange started to happen. The first time it did my family panicked.

We were sitting around the fire in the Late evening before bed. We’d finished a note from Hannah and were just talking. All of the sudden the men jumped back out of their chairs. The entire focus was on Jonathan who was babbling happily at my feet.

My quizzical expression met their wide, shocked ones.

“He tried to…” Evan said and stopped.

Jonathan got up and walked toward Evan talking and reaching. He wanted his Daddy to pick him up. Evan backed toward the far wall slowly.

“What is wrong with you?” I fussed standing to pick up our son.

“He just wants to be close to you.”

In a very human gesture Evan shook his head ‘no’ and stared mutely at me.

.-” again Evan couldn’t finish and just stood there. “It was Like he tried to bond with us,” Damien said slowly. “I felt it, we all did. It was so strange.”

“For a moment,” Kein said in awe, “he was part of us. That has never happened before. We didn’t know anyone could do that…”

“He didn’t like it, though,” Bane said stepping toward me. “We weren’t right, we didn’t fit, but he wanted to try.”

The mens’ postures relaxed and Evan finally came toward us. A hand stroked the boy’s head. Jonathan caught Evan’s hand and commenced sucking on his fingers.

He is lonely,” Evan said quietly.

“I cannot remember not knowing you, Brothers,” Bane said resting a hand on Kein’s shoulder.

Christof came to stand by Evan as Jonathan gummed his fingers.

“He is sad. It is Like when I was separated from you all after the women had me in the mountains. He knows he has Brothers, but he cannot find them.”

“Remember what Ronal told us many moons ago?” Damien asked. “When we thought Hannah was a boy he told us they put the boys together.”

“It needs to be soon,” Evan said sadly. “He needs his Brothers.” A tear slid down my face and I saw the same emotions in Evan’s eyes. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“He will not be lost to us forever, Sister,” he said softly.

“Hannah and Kennedy will save him…they must.”

My family murmured assurances to us. They had saved Bane’s boy already. My girls would help save this son. Again, I had to put my faith in their promises to control my emotions, otherwise sadness threatened to overwhelm me.

I knew time was short, so I enjoyed Jonathan as much as I could. Every waking moment was spent playing with him and talking to him. He still spoke in that strange Language he’d invented. I understood him, though