Sometimes I woke up from dreams that felt all too real. From a family I thought I should know. Friends. Their faces are blurry in my dreams and I try hard, in the dreams, to make their faces come into focus but it all just slips away.
Thio has left me alone this week. He comes and goes, but no wild room changes or snapping fingers. I admit, it has been nice, to just relax. I've taken a lot of hot baths, read the books he's brought me and ate the food he says that I love, though I have no memory of that.
I was lying in bed, working on digesting the huge stack of pancakes I had managed to consume half an hour ago when Thio came back. I groaned and rolled over, turning my back to him. I needed to sleep this off, if possible.
I admit, I was starting to relax probably just a little too much around Thio. Which is why I didn't see it coming.
The last thing I remember was rolling over. Now I was stuck in a large corn field. It was night and I couldn't see anything but corn stalks. It was strangely claustrophobic.
"Thio?" I called out, trying not to panic.
I started to push my way through the stalks of corn, trying to find anything. A road, a foot path, that would lead me out of here. My panic boiled over and I was crashing through the corn, in wildly different directions, in hopes of finding a way out.
My lungs were finally able to draw in air as I stumbled and tripped when I hit an open field. I hit my knees and worked on breathing and to get my racing heart to calm.
When I looked up, I thought maybe I had calmed down a little too soon. It was a freakin' crop circle. I could see a few stalks left standing, in some sort of pattern, in the big circle I had tripped in. The stalks had been bent, not broken. I had watched something on this. Hadn't I?
I started to slowly back up. My hands brushed the stalks and I turned to go back into the corn, to hide from whatever this was. I screamed.
Figures hid in the corn. They had pale yellow, translucent skin. They looked almost like a regular human, though they had no clothes and no obvious genders. They were slender and taller than anything else I had ever seen. Their eyes were over sized and they had no mouths.
I was being herded, I could tell. I stumbled backward and turn to run, only to turn away from each figure I saw until I burst through the stalks and came to the small circle dead center in the field. Then I saw them through the stalks. I was surrounded.
The white light I expected didn't come. No UFO hovering over me to suck me up. Instead, one of the figures stepped forward. He, or she, raised a hand and touched a finger to my forehead and I collapsed.
I woke up in a dark room, strapped down to what felt like a gurney. My clothes were stripped away and I lay naked, except for my bonds. I opened my mouth to scream, only no sound came out. I tried again and again before I realized something was terribly wrong. I couldn't make a single sound.
It was warm enough, I supposed, but it didn't stop me from breaking out in goosebumps and start to shiver uncontrollably.
When one of the figures appeared, I was exhausted from panic and shivering. Its hand reached out and touched my forehead, like before, only this time I didn't pass out. I saw images.
Images of people. The various things they have done to them before releasing them. I could feel tears slide out of my eyes, though I could still make no sound.
Another image, of one of them touching my throat after they stripped me. Removing my voice. Another, removing the hair I hadn't shaved all week from between my legs. They had touched me all over, removing hair from my legs, arms, butt, back and head. They had left me my eyebrows. They had removed my locks. I cried harder.
The figure withdrew a needle. An ordinary needle anyone might see at a doctors office. I stared up at it confused and started to struggle when the figure pinched my nipple and started to insert it directly in the middle, into my breast. It hurt. Whatever they injected me with hurt too. I could feel it burn as it spread around inside my breast.
I yanked and twisted as best I could when it rounded the table to do my other breast with a new needle. It easily got a hold of my nipple and I my mouth opened in a silent scream as he insert it and pressed the liquid into my other breast.
My breasts were on fire and they were swelling. They became engorged. They were at least a cup size bigger than before but I could feel the skin stretch painfully over them. The figure returned next to me, with a buddy on my other side. They lowered tubes from the ceiling. I wasn't focused on it until they fastened them to my breasts and started to pump.
I could feel each pump and it made the burning sensation a hundred times worse. My breasts were sucked up the tube until my nipples were at the top of the tube, to where it ran a much smaller tube from my breast back up to the ceiling somewhere. Then with the next few pumps, I saw a milky white fluid start to come out of my breast.
Dumbfounded, I stared at the tubes. They had made my breasts start to milk. I was focused on the tubes that were flowing a little better with each pump when I felt my legs unbound and pulled back to my sides, up towards my chest and strapped into place.
Looking down my body, between my encased breasts, I saw them lining up a machine. It held a very large penis on it. I tried to beg and plead, but still, no sound came from my throat.
