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

Ch. 53

As the night's performances came to an end, Macon and the other girls were led back to their designated room, where they were served food by one of the male servants. The scent of the perfumed bath filled the air, a cruel juxtaposition to the horrors they had just endured.

The food was tasteless, but they ate what little they were given, knowing they needed to keep their strength up to survive.

After they finished, the male servant gestured for them to follow him. Reluctantly, they rose from the cushions and followed him to the large, opulent bath. The water was warm and inviting, adorned with petals and scented oils. It was a stark contrast to the cold and harsh reality they faced every day.

"Madam insists you all take a bath before retiring for the night," the servant said, his voice void of emotion.

Macon exchanged a weary look with one of the other girls as they undressed and entered the bath. The water felt soothing against their tired bodies, but it couldn't wash away the pain and despair they felt.

Macon's heart sank as she watched a small blonde step into the water.  Her middle clearly distended. She looked anxious and scared, and Macon's heart went out to her.

Gently, she approached the girl and whispered, "Are you okay?"

The girl hesitated for a moment before nodding, her eyes welling with tears. "I'm pregnant," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "It belongs to one of the General's."

Macon felt a surge of anger and sympathy. This poor girl, barely more than a child herself. She knew the horrors that awaited the girl and her unborn child if they were kept in this hellish place.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Macon asked softly, placing a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder.

The girl shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "There's nothing anyone can do," she said, her voice trembling with fear. "Madam made it clear that I have to keep the baby. She said it's an investment, a way to ensure my loyalty to them."

Macon's heart clenched with anger at the cruelty of it all. These innocent girls, forced into a life they never asked for, being used and exploited by the heartless rebels. She knew she had to find a way to escape and put an end to this nightmare for all of them.

"We'll find a way out of here," Macon vowed, her voice filled with determination. "We won't let them control us or our future."

The girl looked up at her, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Do you really think we can escape?"

Macon nodded. "I do."

The girl looked at her with a glimmer of hope in her tired green eyes. "What's your name?"

"Macon," she said softly.

The other girl wiping the tears from her eyes said. "I'm Julie."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Julie," Macon said as she attempted a smile knowing that the poor girl was on the verge of giving up.  She needed a friend.  Heck they both needed a friend. 

When the bath was over, they were provided with soft, luxurious robes to wear for the night. Macon couldn't help but feel a bitter irony at the comfort they were offered in contrast to the torment they endured.

As they settled on the cushions to sleep, Macon couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and determination burning within her. She refused to accept this as her fate, and she vowed to find a way to escape and free herself and her newfound sisters from this wretched existence.