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⚠️Warning: This is a psychological tragedy with a bleak ending. It contains themes of dehumanization and suicide. Reader discretion is heavily advised.⚠️ From the luxury of Earth’s runways to absolute dehumanization in the void of space. Mara had the world at her feet. As a top model, her life was a whirlwind of prestige and luxury—until the sky opened up and took it all away. Abducted and transported across the galaxy, she wakes up in her ultimate nightmare: an intergalactic manor ruled by the brutal Krommus. In this place, Mara’s beauty is not a gift, but a currency. To her captors, she is not a female with a soul; she is meat, a prize, an object to be traded and used until spent. There are no heroes here. No miraculous rescues, no glorious rebellions. As the darkness of deep space seeps into her spirit, Mara faces the ultimate question: what remains of us when everything is stripped away? This is a raw chronicle of the limits of human endurance and the devastating price of survival in a universe that knows no mercy. When hope finally extinguishes, the only freedom left is the choice of how it all ends.
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I was a top model and walked the world’s most important runways. I had fame, money , prestige, and I was engaged to one of Hollywood’s biggest stars. I appeared on the covers of the world’s most important fashion magazines, including Vogue, Elle, and Harper’s Bazaar. I could ask for any fee, and they would pay it just to have me on the cover. My long blonde hair, light blue eyes and statuesque 6′5" height were always the envy of women and the downfall of men. Yes, I was superficial, but who wouldn’t be? How could I not be, with the world at my feet?
But then, everything changed that day…
That day was like any other. I had just finished an exhausting photoshoot on the beach, feeling tired and sweaty. I went to the hotel, took a long, leisurely bubble bath, and then ordered dinner to be delivered to my room. They served me delicious lobster and, for dessert, an exotic fruit salad.
Oh, if only I had known that it would be my last decent meal!
I made a video call to my boyfriend, and we talked for about an hour. Then I lay down and fell asleep. It was the last time I would ever fall asleep calmly and peacefully. That night marked the end of my glamorous life.
That night, I was abducted by aliens!
Out of eight billion people, why did it have to be me?
I woke up on a cold, metallic table similar to those used for autopsies. I was naked and surrounded by small grey creatures with large black eyes. One of them was taking my blood with a round, flat syringe. The whole area was brightly lit by a strong light, the source of which I couldn’t identify. I could see everything around me perfectly. There were other women in the same situation as me, but they were still asleep. There were no walls, only white curtains serving as partitions. I don’t know how many partitions there were, but there were certainly many.
I knew the race that had abducted me: the Greys, who are minions of other species. Having always been fascinated by the paranormal and life outside Earth, I had read reports on the physical appearance of various extraterrestrial races and that is why I know all these bastards, now personally, unfortunately.
They seemed surprised that I had woken up, and started talking to each other in their alien dialect, which I couldn’t understand. Suddenly, another being appeared, and I had no idea where it had come from.
I believe he was a Nordic alien because he looked very similar to me. He was the same size as me, with blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes. He wore a silver uniform with a logo on the right side of his chest that resembled a brown planet surrounded by golden wings.
He approached me, ran his hand through my hair and then grabbed my jaw, turning my head from side to side. He groped my breasts and spread my legs. I tried to close them with great effort, but two Greys held my thighs open. I struggled to free myself, but to no avail — my strength was weak and my movements were very limited. At that moment, I panicked. I had read many reports about people who had been abducted and I knew that they must want to perform some kind of medical examination on me. I felt something being inserted into my vagina. I screamed in pain and fear; cold sweat ran through my body. Then I felt something like a brush running through my vaginal canal and up to my uterus. It hurt terribly and I suppose my screams echoed throughout all over the place. The aliens were completely indifferent to my pain. The only thing that seemed to bother them was my screaming, so they covered my mouth with a cloth to muffle the sound. When the Nordic finally withdrew the object with which he had penetrated me, the Greys released me and I curled up in agony. I could see a bloodstain on the metal table, the result of the painful and merciless medical examination they had just performed on me. Tears ran down my face when I heard another woman scream in a different partition. Were all those women going to be subjected to the same thing? Tears, pain, and sudden drowsiness took over my body. My vision blurred and everything spun around me — they must have drugged me without my realising.
After that, I lost consciousness.
When I came to, I was in a chamber that resembled a glass coffin. It was just like the hibernation chambers for long-distance travel that we see in science fiction movies. I’m starting to think that filmmakers base their movies on reports from people who have been abducted!
I tried to free myself by punching and kicking the glass, but it was impossible to break!A few moments later, two Greys approached my chamber and talked to each other. I could tell from the movement of their lips because I couldn’t hear any sound. Then, my chamber was flooded with a slightly sweet-tasting, floral-smelling gas. After that, I felt my eyelids grow heavy and I went back to sleep.
I woke up with a terrible headache and I had difficulty opening my eyes. I blinked several times until I could see clearly. I was still inside the chamber, but at least it was open. My body ached all over — perhaps because of what they had done to me, or simply because I had been lying on a hard, cold, probably metallic surface. All I wanted was to be able to lift my head enough to see where I was!
I rested my hands on the surface I was lying on and pushed myself up onto my stomach. As soon as I could, I dragged my knees forward and lifted my bottom into the air. The pain in my back was immeasurable, but I finally managed to lift my torso and get to my knees. I was in an all-white room with an image of Earth projected onto one of the walls, surrounded by golden wings. The same wings that were on the Nordic alien’s uniform, but with Earth in the middle.
There were six more chambers in the room, all of which appeared to be occupied. However, I could not see inside them very well due to the metal frames that covered their entire side. I remained in my position for around 30 minutes until I felt ready to leave the chamber. Once I had managed to get out, I walked slowly and painfully towards the other chambers. I went around all of them and found that they were occupied by young women. I tried to wake them by gently shaking them and giving them small slaps on the face, but nothing worked — they continued to sleep deeply.
I was already heading back to my own chamber when the muffled sound of a door opening caught my attention. I hadn’t even noticed the door, but it made perfect sense that there would be one there.
A woman with long black hair, dressed in a white tunic, walked through it and stared at me. There were a few wrinkles on her face, indicating that she was not young. Her eyes were completely black, with no visible irises, and oval in shape. Her nose was small and her skin was greyish.
“Boys, a piece of meat has woken up! Take her away!”
A mechanical voice translated the arrogant old woman’s words into my ear.
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### Chapter 2: Chapter 2
“Now we should be able to communicate. You already have the universal translator built into your left ear. I am Dr Musk, and I am going to insert a small metal object into your reproductive orifice. It will copulate with your reproductive system and prevent any pregnancy from forming.”
What? Reproductive orifice? Is he talking about my vagina?
I saw a square, metal object the size of a computer key in his hand. I stared at it and followed his hand as it moved towards my vagina.
I tried to close my legs, but they were stuck to the bed and wouldn’t budge. I kicked and writhed around as much as I could to try to free myself, but I couldn’t.
“Don’t move or it will hurt,” he said. Stay still,” he said softly.
I was overwhelmed by emotions and could only think that this was a nightmare from which I would wake up at any moment. Tears of despair, fear and panic rolled down my face as I felt his long, slender fingers penetrate me deeply — fortunately, though, it was painless and gentle. The only pain I felt was when the small object attached itself to my uterine colon, but it wasn’t really pain; it was more like slight discomfort.
“See? It didn’t hurt at all,′ the Nordicsaid kindly. “My work is done. Good luck.’
I watched him walk away, and for some reason I felt sad. At least he was nice and seemed friendly, unlike those Greys! They released my hands and legs, then left the room, leaving me alone in that freezing room, completely naked. Feeling dizzy, I got up and headed for the door, trying to open it and escape from this place, but it had no handle. How could I open it? Next to the door, on the wall, was a small blank screen that looked like a touchscreen.
I thought I’d try my luck. As I slid my right arm towards it, I realised that I had a transparent, almost invisible bracelet on my wrist. I turned my hand and saw a small needle embedded in the bracelet, stuck in my wrist. I didn’t understand what it was for, but at least it didn’t hurt, which was a bonus! I turned my attention back to the screen and touched it.It turned on at my touch, but characters I had never seen before appeared on the screen — certainly belonging to an alien alphabet.
I was typing at random on the keyboard when the door suddenly opened. My soul lit up with joy.
Wow! Wow! I’m a genius! I’m a genius!
But my happiness only lasted a few seconds before I saw someone appear in front of me.
My body froze when I saw a woman, a human, in front of me! Or at least she looked human. She was shorter than me, with an elegant silhouette, long black hair, brown eyes, and a few lines of expression on her face. She looked to be around 40 years old. She was wearing a flowing white dress with a V-neckline, and she was wearing a single piece of jewellery: a ring bearing a symbol that I had seen on the Norse alien’s uniform — a brown planet surrounded by golden wings.
I took two steps back, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. My heart was racing and I was extremely anxious.
“Don’t be afraid, young lady,” she said in a soft, gentle voice. “It’s not me you should fear. I’m here to help you.′
I didn’t need the translator because she was speaking English! She was human! Desperation overwhelmed me and I ran to her, begging her to help me escape this place, crying like a frightened child. She smiled sadly at me and hugged me lovingly.
“I’m sorry, my dear, but it’s impossible to escape from here. I am also a prisoner, just like you,′ she said.
Terrified by her words, I moved away from her.
“Where are we?” I asked, feeling even more frightened.
‘In an intergalactic manor,’ she replied.
Her words hit me like a bomb. My head spun and my stomach churned, threatening to make me vomit. Nothing came up because my stomach was empty, but an unpleasant, sour taste remained in my mouth. I staggered to the wall, sat down on the floor with my back against it, and held my head in my hands.
I couldn’t believe it. Oh my God, I can’t believe it! This can’t be real; it must be a nightmare.
“Hey, snap out of it. You have to be strong,” I heard the woman say.
Strong? Strong? I just want to wake up from this nightmare!
I raised my head and found the woman crouching in front of me and staring at me.
“Come on, we don’t have much time. I need to tell you about this place before the others wake up. Then I’ll tell them individually, too,” she said, reaching out her hand to help me up. “Let’s find you some clothes.”
I got up and followed her to the next room, which was on the other side of the door that I had tried to open earlier. The room was nothing more than a closet with a glass partition separating it from a bathroom with a toilet, a sink and three showers,.Everything was exactly as it was on Earth! Did that mean the aliens had replicated these rooms for us?
The closet was surrounded by mirrors and filled with shelves of shoes, lots of lingerie and tiny dresses. There was also a dressing table with makeup, jewellery, hairbrushes, hair accessories, a hairdryer, hairspray, gel and perfumes from various well-known brands.
I was incredulous at what I saw before me. Is this where we prepare ourselves? For ‘them’?
The woman approached me, holding a white robe, and covered me with it. It was soft and smelled of lavender. She then invited me to sit on a large sofa surrounding the closet. We sat down together, and she took my hand and smiled.
“What’s your name, dear?” she asked in a friendly voice.
“Hello Mara, I’m Juliet, and I’m here to tell you all about this place and help you with anything you need. OK?”
I didn’t answer verbally; I just nodded in agreement.
“So, my dear, this is a manor made up of women from various planets, where an alien race of warriors called the Krommus come to satisfy their sexual needs. Unfortunately, you have been chosen to join, just as I was in the past. It’s not easy here, but it’s possible to survive — we just have to give the Krommus what they’re looking for: sexual pleasure.′
My head was spinning and every word she said made me want to vomit. How could she talk so naturally about this place? I am trying to control my crying as best I can, swallowing the lump in my throat and gritting my teeth. Crying won’t help me here, and I need to be strong so I don’t break down in this place.
‘But why? Why do they have this place? Why do they kidnap women from other planets?’ I asked, my voice breaking.
‘For the same reason that humans go to a manor, my dear. For pleasure. In the case of the Krommus, they do not have sexual relations with females of their own species because their... penises have a peculiarity that their females are not willing to tolerate, so they resort to others who have no chance of rejecting them...’
‘In that case,, we...’ I interrupted. ‘And what is the peculiarity of their penis? Surely it can’t be anything good. And if they don’t have sex with their own females, how do they reproduce? With other species? With us?’
’No, they don’t want to reproduce with us. Our bodies are to be used for pleasure, not for reproduction. That’s why they insert a contraceptive device into our uterus. Their females are artificially inseminated for reproduction. As for their penis, it’s almost the same as a human’s. The problem is that, when they are about to climax, their penis releases ‘suction cups’, which attach themselves to the vaginal canal and prevent us from moving during ejaculation. When the ‘suction cups’ attach themselves, it is extremely painful, as if knives were cutting us inside. Sexual intercourse is painful for us too because their penis is scaly, which causes pain during penetration. They give us a capsule to swallow beforehand, which makes us very aroused and lubricated, which makes our job much easier.′
She tells me all this so naturally that I think she has already been swallowed up by the system. With every word she utters, I become more and more disgusted.
“So, we are betrayal and we like it because of the capsule they give us? Is that what you’re telling me?” I ask incredulously.
‘Well, I wouldn’t call it betrayal because we are actually receptive to sexual intercourse, at least while the capsule is working.’
I try to process everything she says, but it’s all so surreal that I feel like my head is going to explode. How did this happen to me? How did I end up in an intergalactic manor?
Another girl woke up and, looking visibly confused, entered the closet, trying to figure out where she was. She was short and chubby with blonde hair and blue eyes the colour of the sea. Julieta immediately got up, fetched a robe for her and invited her to sit down next to us. She repeated all the information she had given me.
Louise — that was her name — began to cry copiously and hugged Juliet. Seeing her cry like that loosened the lump in my throat and tears flowed freely down my face.
One by one, more girls woke up. They were short and tall, fat and thin, blonde and brunette, all with distinct characteristics. It was like an authentic cocktail for the aliens to choose from according to their preference.
Not all of them reacted the same way to Julieta’s words. Some cried, some held back their tears, some didn’t believe a word she said and some went into denial. But one thing we all knew was that we had to stick together and help each other. We felt this immediately, so we joined hands and committed to helping each other in any way we could.
“Girls. Unfortunately, I still have more to tell you, but I wanted to wait until you were all together...” Julieta said in a heavy tone of voice that I didn’t like at all. ‘All of you will have to present yourselves naked before the high-ranking officers of the Krommus army. If any of the officers like one of you, the chosen one will become his sexual partner and will only have to have sex with him. The rest of you will have to pleasure the other low-ranking warriors and will not have a fixed partner. I suggest you get ready and make yourselves as beautiful as possible in the hope of being chosen by a high-ranking officer, because that’s the best thing that can happen to you.’
We were all holding hands as we listened to her words. I felt cold sweats run down my spine and the hand of the girl next to me go cold. I couldn’t remember their names because my brain was in shock and unable to take in any new information. I didn’t even know the name of the girl next to me.
I looked at her and squeezed her hand gently to let her know that she wasn’t alone. She was very young — maybe 18 — and perhaps that’s why I felt I should try to comfort her when I was devastated inside myself.
“Hey, everything will be fine,” I lied, forcing on the fakest smile I could muster.
How was everything going to be fine? Were we going to parade in front of a bunch of aliens and hope that one of them would find us attractive, so that we could fulfil all their sexual desires? It was too humiliating.
We exchanged glances, and the terror, fear and disgust on every face was plain to see.
“Come on, girls. Your parade is very soon in the pleasure room. Go and get ready.”
I felt another stab of pain in my chest when I heard that it would be soon in the ‘pleasure room’. Wouldn’t ‘torture room’ be a more appropriate name?
Juliet helped us get ready. We took a shower; some girls waxed — I didn’t need to, as I had had laser hair removal on my whole body — then we put on makeup, combed our hair, put on high heels, and wore tiny lingerie.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought I looked sexy in the red lace lingerie I had chosen. However, my reflection also turned my stomach. I felt vulgar, like a prostitute trying to seduce a client. That’s what I was about to become: an object of pleasure; a receptacle for someone’s sperm; someone who didn’t respect me as a woman; someone who just wanted to use my body.
“Come on, girls, it’s time. We have to go.”
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