Page 2 of Her Alien Captain
TWO
Jenna woke in a strange white room strapped to a padded table. The bright light hurt her eyes and made her head ache. Hospital---the must have brought her to the hospital. Did she hit her head when she passed out? Or did she hit her head in the accident?
No, she was fine after the accident---just shaken. Why would she pass out?
Then this, this weird guy in some kind of costume peered down at her. His skin was a lavender color, and he sort of looked like a character from a cartoon movie. Somebody did a helluva makeup job because she couldn’t see evidence of prosthetics or makeup.
The funny looking guy babbled words and sounds she didn’t understand, and a voice responded in the same gibberish.
“Human, you are unharmed. You now belong to Tenzari,” the lavender guy said. “You will go to cell now.”
“Why? I didn’t do anything. It was an accident. That stupid deer made me run off the road,” she cried. “I want a lawyer.”
Then she heard multiple yodeling sounds. Were they laughing at her?
“We are Tenzari. No lawyers here. You are now slave. We get good price on Se’Nar. Young, pretty human, good condition---good price.”
Jenna’s mind was racing as his words sunk in. She squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds then opened them again. OMG, it wasn’t a dream! She was still in the white room strapped to a table, looking up at this weird lavender guy that resembled a cartoon character. Then the table started moving. There was a whooshing sound, and her table seemed to glide through the air into a white corridor.
What the hell?Had she somehow crossed into an alternate universe?
The white corridor was dead quiet. The table stopped after a minute, and another door whooshed open. The table moved inside and stopped beside a pull-down bunk. It raised then extended foldable arms holding the tabletop with Jenna strapped to it. The straps released, and then the table tilted and deposited her onto the bunk. Once Lavender guy left with the table, the door whooshed shut behind them.
Jenna was freed in a white room without windows or doors. She might as well be in jail.
She sat up slowly and looked around there were six pullouts with three on each side of the room with ladders on the wall to reach the upper bunks. Each of them was occupied by young women---two black, one possibly Eastern Indian and three white women. All were attractive. From the cell, an archway opening led to another room that held a table with backless benches on each side that seemed to have grown up out of the floor. On the far side of that, there was a small bathroom with fixtures that also seemed to have grown from the floor or walls.
Aliens! It had to be. She was being kidnapped by aliens, and this was their space ship.OMG! OMG!
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Jenna sat up on the bunk. She was wearing only her bra and panties. Her purse and phone were gone along with her shoes. The women in the other bunks were asleep. A couple were softly snoring. Glad to be in the bottom bunk, Jenna got up and padded into the bathroom. The fixtures were ultra-modern but recognizable. She took care of business and padded back to the bunkroom. Some of the others were just waking up.
“Hi there,” said the blond in the bunk above her Jenna’s.
“I’m Marcie Janes.”
“Jenna Harper. Is this for real? It’s like some crazy joke. Some guys in some goofy looking alien makeup told me we belong to them, and we’re slaves now.”
“They told us all the same thing,” Marcie told her. “Most likely sex trafficking.”
“Oh, God! Sex slaves?” Jenna crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself. “We got to find a way out of here.”
“I don’t know how. There’s no door and no windows. The wall opens a couple times a day when they bring us food and closes as soon as they leave. We can’t find any way to open it from the inside.” Marcie replied.
“The lavender guy said we’re not even on Earth anymore,” came a voice from the middle bunk across the room. “Susan Williams. Below me is Katy Jones, Tasha Gabriel, above me and Dana Bartholomew above Marcie.”
“Do you all know each other?” Jenna asked.
“Dana and I are friends, we work late shift at the Moon Light Bar and Grill in Fosterville,” said Susan, “Katy and Marcie work the night shift at the mill in Branchport.”
“We were walking home after our shift when they snagged us. It was a couple of guys in a dark SUV with those blue volunteer firemen lights on top.”
“Probably the same ones who got me,” Jenna lamented. “Did they say where they are taking us?”
“Someplace called ‘See NAR,'” Marcie said, pronouncing it with the emphasis on the second syllable. “That’s where they are going to sell us.”
“Where the hell is that?” Jenna asked.
