Freer

Freedom is an illusion.  I've learned that lesson well. I was abducted from my home along with several other women. We were kept in captivity by one alien race, then rescued by another. But it all seems so cozy now, doesn't it? Living together in a big, happy group guarded by our alien saviors.  My fellow captives have all paired up with their chosen protector and are playing happy marriage—everyone except me and a lone male alien, Ryth.  He watches me, and although the expectation remains unspoken, I sense from the other girls that they want me to end up as his mate.  But what if I don't want that? Don't I get a say? But sometimes the loneliness of being stranded on an alien world gets to me. During these moments, my desire for physical connection grows strong and, in my weakness, my mind turns to Ryth. But what if I only think I want him because there are no other options? I'm pretty sure he deserves better. My behavior confuses him as much as it confuses me. I'm constantly battling between guilt, and my physical and emotional needs. He challenges me, and we often clash.  Ryth is pushing to see the real me, I think, but after everything that's happened, I'm not sure who I am anymore.  And if that isn't enough, a secret fear is growing inside me which is destined to push me to the edge. Once it's out, there won't be any going back, and I'm not sure even Ryth's love can save me.