Aliens mate: Zyka (unedited)

Kayla 7

After I finished crying I really wanted to fuck someone up. Who the fuck told them I was up for grabs and that I wanted to be in space. I was content with being on earth minding my own fucking business and eating my fucking Cheetos puffs. My grandmother always told me to mind the business that pays me and that is what I did but obviously, people don't stay out of mine.

The man with the short hair had come over to me with a syringe. I felt a pinch in my arm, and I started to feel drowsy. These bitches probably gave me something to knock me out and when I wake up I'm going to raise hell.

I woke up feeling the softest material covering my body. I felt around and both of my hands came in contact with two warm bodies. I tried to turn but I had arms snaked around my stomach in a vice grip. Letting out a moan and trying to twist my way out of their grip but they only held me tighter. I gave up letting out a huff and staring at the black and white ceiling lifting my head and straining my neck, I saw that I was in a room that was decorated for a king.

It looks like everything was made of gold and shiny. There were paintings on the wall that looked like they were expensive. The theme of the room was black and gold, and the curtains were black letting in little light. The coffee table was gold and black with a red decorative pillow and the cups sitting on the table were red and gold. It looks like no one ever sleeps here because it was so clean and not a piece of lint insight.

I got tired of examining the ceiling and I really had to pee despite not having anything to drink or eat. I was really hungry, but these men were sleeping hard as fuck. If a bomb went off they probably wouldn't even move a muscle. I slapped them on the arm to see if they would move but they didn't even flinch.

So I reached over and slapped each of them in the face which caused them to grunt and turn their face the other way. I didn't know what else to do so I let out a piercing scream that made them jump up out of the bed grabbing their weapons by the bed and looking around.

"What is wrong?" the black hair one said scanning the room for any signs of a threat.

I looked at him wide-eyed because I could actually understand what they were saying. I looked back and forth between the two confused because I suddenly understood what they were saying which shouldn't be possible.

"Mate, why are you screaming? Are you hurt?" white hair said. Both of them moved closer to me with their hands out to touch me but I backed away from them.

"How can I understand you?" I asked, completely ignoring their question.

"Answer me first, are you hurt?" white hair commanded, stepping closer to me.

"No, you answer me. Why can I understand you?" I answered, getting aggravated because he wasn't answering me.

"We implanted a translator into you so that we could understand you and you could understand us," black hair said sitting on the bed away from me. I was thankful. I didn't want them to be anywhere near me after they kidnapped me.

"You mean after you put me to sleep and did God knows what to me!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air and tears pooling in my eyes. I leaned my head back trying to stop my tears from falling but failed miserably.

Tears fell down my face and I reached up to wipe them away, getting frustrated with myself for all this crying. " I'm tired of fucking crying like a damn baby," I said looking down at the covers I used them to wipe my tears not giving a fuck that I wet them up.

"What is a few-c-ken and dom little mate," a white-haired man asked, sitting beside me reaching up with a puzzled look to wipe my tears. I let him because I was tired and didn't have it in me to fight him. It was cute that he didn't say the words right. It made me giggle a little because he was so fucking cute and lost.

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I updated twice in one day round of applause for me.

I might update tomorrow and I might not.

This chapter was a little short . Sorry!