When They Come:Hot Aliens and the Girls Who Love Them- Book 1

Ch. 47

Trigger ⚠️ warnings-woman in vulnerable condition

Macon's head felt heavy as she struggled to lift it, her body resisting even the simplest of movements. Panic coursed through her veins, mingling with the haze that clouded her mind. With great effort, she attempted to open her eyes, only to find her vision blurred and disoriented.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized the predicament she was in. Her arms were stretched wide, bound by chains that dug into her flesh. The same restraints held her legs, leaving her suspended atop a cold, hard pedestal. The realization struck her with a surge of fear, sending tremors of unease coursing through her.

Desperate to free herself, Macon tugged against the restraints, but her efforts were in vain. Her body remained spread wide, her movements restricted by the unforgiving chains. She shivered, the cold air biting into her exposed skin, the sheer gown she wore providing little protection against the chilling atmosphere.

The room around her was dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls, adding to the sense of isolation and vulnerability. Her surroundings remained shrouded in darkness, leaving her with only glimpses of her immediate surroundings. The unknown loomed over her, intensifying her fear and unease.

Questions raced through her mind. Where was she? Who had brought her here? And most importantly, why? The lack of answers deepened her sense of apprehension, fueling her determination to escape this nightmarish situation.

Her senses heightened as she strained to listen, but all she could hear was the hushed silence that enveloped the room. The absence of sound only served to amplify her fear, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the unsettling anticipation of the unknown that awaited her in the darkness.

In the dimly lit room, a figure emerged from the shadows, his striking features accentuated by the soft glow. Macon's heart quickened as her eyes locked onto the handsome Aturian male who approached her. His gaze swept over her vulnerable form, assessing her with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

An instinctual urge to withdraw surged within Macon, but the unforgiving restraints held her captive, leaving her exposed and defenseless. She tried to shrink away from his penetrating gaze, but her efforts were futile. Every movement was met with resistance, binding her to the pedestal and stripping away her autonomy.

The Aturian male's lips curled into a predatory smile as he observed her, his eyes lingering on her exposed form. "My, you are a beauty," he murmured, his voice filled with a sinister charm. "Perhaps I will have the pleasure of taking you for myself after all."

The words sent a wave of revulsion coursing through Macon, her stomach twisting with unease. The bile rose in her throat, a bitter taste that mirrored the disgust she felt towards this intruder who saw her as nothing more than an object to possess. She fought against the impulse to retch, refusing to succumb to the helplessness that threatened to consume her.

Her eyes met his, her defiance burning bright despite the fear that coursed through her veins. In the depths of her gaze, he could see a flicker of resistance, a flame that refused to be extinguished. Though trapped and vulnerable, she clung to her inner strength, refusing to allow him to break her spirit.

As he reached out, his touch lingering on her skin, Macon recoiled inwardly, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and loathing. She refused to succumb to his advances, her willpower fueling her resistance even as her situation seemed dire.

"Get away from me." Her bitter words were a whisper.  A desperate plea. 

"I think not." He said as he sniffed at the cleft of her shoulder and let out a loud moan.  "I have other plans for you."