Phase 1 – Abduction & Examination
I'd had such a shitty day, I just wanted to go to bed and forget about it. My boyfriend of five years and I had broken up; more accurately, I caught him in my apartment with his prick in the neighbor's pussy and kicked his ass out. This was at lunchtime, by the way, when I decided to surprise him with a "special" kind of lunch, unaware he had already "eaten."
After this little escapade, I went back to work only to have the slimy creep I'd been avoiding for weeks decide today was the day he would make his move on me. He smacked my ass, and I punched his face. Of course, my supervisor only saw my retaliation, and I was suspended from work for clocking a co-worker.
On the way home, I splurged on fast food and ice cream, which I quickly felt horribly guilty for doing, so I then decided to eat the rest of the chocolate cake in the container on my kitchen counter when I got home.
It was dark when I arrived home, and the streetlight flickered as I parked my little yellow Chevette on the street. The keys to my apartment were buried in my purse, so I dug around for them by the strobing light. Finally, I found the damn things, got out of the car, and slammed the door.
About ten feet up the sidewalk, the streetlight made a loud crackling noise and sent up a spray of sparks, which made me jump and drop my keys. There was a flash and a loud pop as the streetlamp breathed its last breath of light, and then everything went dark.
I bent over, fumbling around for my lost keys on the ground when a beam of bright, bluish light illuminated the sidewalk. Thinking someone was behind me, I turned around to thank them for shining their flashlight so I could find my keys, only to discover that the light was not behind me but above me.
Confused, I looked up – which is not a smart thing to do – stared directly into the light, and put my hand in front of my face to attempt to see from where the light was coming. One minute, I'm standing on the sidewalk; the next, I'm in a round room with brushed steel walls and a low ceiling. Oh, and I'm naked.
I scrambled to cover my nakedness with my hands, but you know how well that works; you can only cover so much. "Hey, let me out of here!" I yelled, but no one answered. It echoed for a minute then died down. "Where am I?" I asked.
"What do you want?"
A hissing noise sounded in the small circular chamber followed by billowing white smoke that reminded me of the dry ice/warm water combination people use on Halloween to create that creepy fog that rolls through their fake graveyard.
My head started to hurt, and I got dizzy. Ah-ha! I thought to myself as I realized the "smoke" was some kind of sleeping gas. I felt triumphantly smart for a second; then I realized I must not be too brilliant since I was naked and lying on the floor God-knows-where.
I started to feel numb, my limbs felt heavy, and I wondered if I was having a nightmare since my mind was so hazy. I needed to sit down, and then I remembered I was already sitting on the floor. Didn't I just think that a second ago?
My long blonde hair that reached down to my waist was a mess. A huge mass of it covered my eyes, and I couldn't quite see what was happening as I lay down on the floor. I tried to raise my hand to brush the hair off my face, but my arm was simply too heavy. I blew a breath from my mouth toward my eyes, but it only came out as a weak "pu-wuh".
The fog receded from in front of my face, and suddenly, I was being lifted. My muscles were so weak, my head rolled forward as I was dragged from one room to another. Peripherally, I could see gray feet on either side of me, and I wondered if these were the grays people refer to when they talk about aliens.
The feet stopped moving, and I was placed on my back on the floor. I started to get a little feeling back in my limbs, and that tingly, my-foot-fell-asleep sensation coursed through my entire body. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel so great either.
Bright light was shined into my eyes again, so I couldn't see the beings touching me, and I only saw shapes. There were only two beings moments ago, but it seemed like there were more now. I had no idea where they came from since there wasn't even a door in the room a second ago.
They spoke in some weird language that reminded me of the way Charlie Brown's parents sounded on television: "Wa-waa, wa-waaa" with an occasional pop and click noise in between. It was the strangest form of speech I'd ever heard.
Suddenly, the beings were getting shorter; then I realized that they weren't shrinking but that the ground was rising – and me along with it. What I thought was that the ground was actually some kind of platform or table, and I was being lifted slowly.
I tried to sit up, but the attempt was feeble considering I still didn't fully have control of my arms, legs and head. My arms were suddenly moved from my sides and strapped to planks on either side of my body by some kind of blue neon light that reminded me of a force field. I had no idea where the arm extensions came from, but I didn't like being held down at all, especially with my arms stretched out like I was on a cross.
The very thought of being immobile made me want to panic, but for whatever strange reason, I didn't. Maybe it was the effect of the drug they gassed me with earlier. "Please let me go," I begged, but it came out as some kind of weird mumbo-jumbo since my lips refused to work properly.
My ankles were shackled with the same blue light as on my wrists, just before my legs were spread open as more sections of the table separated. My body was now in the shape of a sideways capital "x," where each hand was closer to one of my feet than my head.
Then, I started to panic. My breathing increased, and I could see my breasts heaving up and down. I pulled at the restraints on my extremities; however, they absolutely would not budge. I knew I was trapped and whatever they wanted to do with me was their prerogative. I was so royally screwed!
Black goo was poured onto my stomach, and my breath caught in terror. What was this fresh hell? What was worse was that it began to freaking move! It was cold as it began to ease upward over my breasts and my nipples, completely coating everything in its wake.
It reminded me of one of those so-called slime toys sold to kids a long time ago – that oozing, viscous, disgusting crap made of guar gum boys would buy to gross out girls – that was what was now making its merry way up my body.
The ooze had no scent, and it looked glossy as it moved. So far, it only seemed to be feeling me out, just touching my skin at its leisure. It was freaky, which messed with my head, but it hadn't caused any pain.
The repulsive pseudo-liquid was starting to warm up to my body temperature as it covered my breasts completely. It moved up to my underarm, then my arms and fingertips. I was now utterly terrified as it seeped onto my face, up my nose, and toward my mouth. I was sure I was going to die, either from drowning or suffocating from the ooze. I started to hyperventilate as it crept over my lips and slowly slid into my mouth and onto my tongue.