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“No,” muttered Atlas and moved his hand to squeeze her ass, making her wince. “This was an offering. Her name is Lila, and she has already been primed by me.”

To her horror, she saw the eyes of some of the other aliens light up as they trailed her body. Atlas, however, growled lowly, possessively, and they diverted their gazes.

“You know the rules,” he growled. “The pet belongs to be. Bring me a collar.”

One of the other aliens disappeared behind in the ship, and Lila gazed at Atlas in worry. A collar? She hadn’t consented to that! She hadn’t consented to any of this, and yet, her body ached for being used and abused—as if it needed it to live.

The alien reappeared only moments later holding what seemed to be a leather choker. Lila swallowed hard and felt panic rise within. Pet. He wasn’t kidding when he called her that.

A fleeting thought told her to resist when he placed the collar around her throat, but she couldn’t. When the chocker was in place, it was as if a feeling settled deep within her, a feeling of strange acceptance. She was owned now, by an alien race much larger than herself, and she would have fuck them to survive. Somehow, she was fine with that, and it was deeply unsettling.

CHAPTER 10

THE BEGINNING

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The ship sailed through the deep and dark space, amongst stars and planets, and Lila felt like she became less and less human. She wasn’t anything, really, but Atlas’s pet. Was she even that, or was she just a warm place for him to stick his cock? Lila didn’t know, and she really didn’t care. She was just happy when he took her, showed her what she was worth, and filled her with the seed her body craved—because when he didn’t, she kept thinking about all the horrors that transpired at the facilities, or her family that she would most likely never see again. Atlas kept her alive, kept her mind clouded, and made her body survive deep space.

He was a god, after all, who gave her life.

She was given clothing in the same fashion as the others—namely, not a lot. The fabric that fell in a deep cleavage over her breasts, and the loincloth, covered her private part but concealed nothing. It was sheer and shimmery and did very little to hide her nipples as they hardened as soon as Atlas even looked at her.

It was embarrassing at first, and she didn’t like the gleeful sneers the others gave her when they eyed her. She tried to explain to Atlas that she wasn’t used to just walking around naked in front of strangers, but he didn’t listen.

Even more embarrassing was the fact that she couldn’t stop squirming in front of the captain. It was as though she couldn’t control it while still knowing she did something lewd and undignified, but Atlas acted as though it was perfectly natural. Sometimes, he brought it out of her while purring, as if he was toying with her, but most times, it was just her body screaming for him to touch her.

He was kind to her, in his own strange way. He took care of her needs, kept her safe, and kept the others from touching her. Inside that ship, he was her only companion. He would let her ask questions if she wanted, and perhaps his years inside the enclosure made him aware of Lila’s predicament—despite his apparent dislike of humans, he was as respectful as a master could be to a slave.

But all her dignity was stripped from her the first time Atlas fucked her in front of his crew. One day, he had simply decided that he wanted her, and didn’t care that others saw them. Maybe he even wanted them to see. She had been paraded in her skimpy clothes, and now, she was to be demonstrated. She had cried, begged him to stop, but he had only growled at her, and she had obeyed and let him fuck her brains out in front of his men. Just like breathing, she craved it, even though she hated herself for it.

Most times, he took her to his bed. In there, she could enjoy it. Being fucked in front of the others felt like a humiliating punishment but being fucked in his bed felt like a reward. There, she could pretend that he was like any other lover, even though she knew he was anything but.

As he’d emptied himself inside of her for the hundredth time or so, Atlas rolled to the side and sprawled out next to her.

Lila tried to catch her breath, tried to still the involuntary convulsion in her body, and turned her face to him. “T-thank you,” she breathed, and Atlas nodded. She felt his seed pour down her folds, thick and rich; her belly ached, as did everything else in her body. He had not grown gentler, but she might have grown more used to him. She coped with the pain differently now.

Slowly, she placed her hand on his strong chest and felt the hot skin underneath her fingertips. He was so beautiful—terrifying, but beautiful. She bit her lip, caressed him softly, and said, “Where are we going?”

“We are going home,” said he. “Ay’ta. That is our name for the planet.”

“It must be strange, coming home after such a long time.”

“Five human years is hardly a long time,” scoffed Atlas and grabbed her hand with his massive one. “But yes, it will most certainly feel peculiar setting foot there again.”

She moved closer. “What will happen to me?”

“Nothing,” said he. “You will remain my pet.”

Lila bit her lip. “When we… the first time we—” She felt her cheeks blush more violently. She didn’t know why it was difficult for her to address it—he had fucked her so many times, why was it difficult to talk about their first time? But it wasn’t the sex she wanted to talk about, but what he had said to her. Mate. He has said mate, in English. Deep inside, she hoped that meant something. Taking a strengthening breath, she said, “The first time we were intimate, you said ‘mate’. What did you mean by that?”

“We were about to mate,” Atlas said, seemingly unaware of the tenderness in her voice.

“Oh,” she breathed. “Because… well, because in English, ‘mate’ also means—”

“I know what it means,” muttered he. “I said it because we were about to mate.”

Lila felt her chest tighten. Was she dumb for wishing? Was she stupid and naive for feeling this irrational attachment to an alien man who was as much of a stranger to her as he was alien? She sighed. If there was one thing she was certain about, it was that didn’t want to be his pet ; she probably had to keep fucking him to stay alive on the foreign planet, but she could definitely live with that. She just didn’t want to be owned. “I don’t want to be a slave, Atlas. Mr. West tried to enslave me.”