The Love Slaves
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Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
13,938
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2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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All characters are mine and a work of fiction, any similarities to people living, or dead, is purely coincidence
Chapter 13
Can you guess who-or what-Harold Bankers is? Sorry-another short chapter.
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The next day mother and the others had a huge wave of reporters on the property. Someone had leaked what was happening to the press and now the cops had the added stress of keeping them behind the fence surrounding the property. One of the men got inside without the police knowledge and knocked on our front door.
When Bonnie opened the door slightly she found a tall supple man about thirty on the doorstep, serious and solemn. He wore tight brown gloves that covered his hands and his wrists, full faced sunglasses and a black business suit with white shirt. He was pale white with reddish brown hair cut to his shoulders which was tied back and there was something almost out worldly alien yet human about him that reached out and almost soothed Bonnie asleep on her spot before she jerked to attention and asked “May I help you?”
The figure flashed a press badge and said softly “My name is Harold Bankers from the United Worlds Post. I was wondering if I could come inside and talk to you about your sister Lisa.” Bonnie was startled but his knowledge of her relationship with me and angry at what he turned out to be “how did you know…”
“I know a lot about you and your sister and what has happened to her, Bonnie Kinderman-soon to be Greenberg. If you would be so good as to let me in I could begin to explain…” that aura reached out for her again and she wanted to do as he said. It seemed to sooth her heart and soul, as if every little trauma in her life was being healed right there and then, unfortunately before she could let him inside two of the cops came down with Robert and before she could protest the men were forcing the man off the doorstep and down towards the locked gates. “But wait!” Bonnie protested, trying to stop them “he knows about…”
“Whatever he claims to know he could have already learned from the leak” Robert told her softly “so don’t believe whatever he told you, he was only after a story.” Bonnie settled her protests to the back of her mind and watched them go, for some reason she felt like they had done wrong by making him go away. He had felt like a friend, like someone who could have helped.
And upstairs in the bedroom I stirred for the first time since sunrise, sensing something familiar, something both comforting and gentle, something I desperately needed to heal. My tubes reacted, sliding out to waver, seeking in the air. However no one was there to see my reaction and move to remedy it. Once the source was gone a certain distance I settled down and the tubes drew back inside again.
Somehow Harold Bankers was coped back on the property again and again and each time he was carried off he managed to find his way back again.
Three nights later the alien returned and this time felt powerful enough to allow a silent audience and so froze mother and Julius, forcing them to watch him do me from behind. Julius helplessness in that situation and the whole was starting to leak out of control so when Harold was coped again in our yard the next day he-in a moment of anger punched the man out.
When the man came too later Julius apologized to the man who took it with a nod and as if nothing had happened started rolling off question after question until Jules, a little disgusted and relieved, got two men to drag him outside the gates again.
After the fourth time mother and the others were getting desperate to find a way to stop him, there had to be SOME way! But they couldn’t find it and on the fifth time the alien’s evil laughter echoed through the entire house.
The pain was so strong I couldn’t help screaming. Mother and the others tried everything they could to ease my pain and make me feel better but even the local Doctor AND our family Doctor couldn’t do anything other then have me doped up to my eyeballs to keep me quiet and out of the knowledge of the pain.
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The next day mother and the others had a huge wave of reporters on the property. Someone had leaked what was happening to the press and now the cops had the added stress of keeping them behind the fence surrounding the property. One of the men got inside without the police knowledge and knocked on our front door.
When Bonnie opened the door slightly she found a tall supple man about thirty on the doorstep, serious and solemn. He wore tight brown gloves that covered his hands and his wrists, full faced sunglasses and a black business suit with white shirt. He was pale white with reddish brown hair cut to his shoulders which was tied back and there was something almost out worldly alien yet human about him that reached out and almost soothed Bonnie asleep on her spot before she jerked to attention and asked “May I help you?”
The figure flashed a press badge and said softly “My name is Harold Bankers from the United Worlds Post. I was wondering if I could come inside and talk to you about your sister Lisa.” Bonnie was startled but his knowledge of her relationship with me and angry at what he turned out to be “how did you know…”
“I know a lot about you and your sister and what has happened to her, Bonnie Kinderman-soon to be Greenberg. If you would be so good as to let me in I could begin to explain…” that aura reached out for her again and she wanted to do as he said. It seemed to sooth her heart and soul, as if every little trauma in her life was being healed right there and then, unfortunately before she could let him inside two of the cops came down with Robert and before she could protest the men were forcing the man off the doorstep and down towards the locked gates. “But wait!” Bonnie protested, trying to stop them “he knows about…”
“Whatever he claims to know he could have already learned from the leak” Robert told her softly “so don’t believe whatever he told you, he was only after a story.” Bonnie settled her protests to the back of her mind and watched them go, for some reason she felt like they had done wrong by making him go away. He had felt like a friend, like someone who could have helped.
And upstairs in the bedroom I stirred for the first time since sunrise, sensing something familiar, something both comforting and gentle, something I desperately needed to heal. My tubes reacted, sliding out to waver, seeking in the air. However no one was there to see my reaction and move to remedy it. Once the source was gone a certain distance I settled down and the tubes drew back inside again.
Somehow Harold Bankers was coped back on the property again and again and each time he was carried off he managed to find his way back again.
Three nights later the alien returned and this time felt powerful enough to allow a silent audience and so froze mother and Julius, forcing them to watch him do me from behind. Julius helplessness in that situation and the whole was starting to leak out of control so when Harold was coped again in our yard the next day he-in a moment of anger punched the man out.
When the man came too later Julius apologized to the man who took it with a nod and as if nothing had happened started rolling off question after question until Jules, a little disgusted and relieved, got two men to drag him outside the gates again.
After the fourth time mother and the others were getting desperate to find a way to stop him, there had to be SOME way! But they couldn’t find it and on the fifth time the alien’s evil laughter echoed through the entire house.
The pain was so strong I couldn’t help screaming. Mother and the others tried everything they could to ease my pain and make me feel better but even the local Doctor AND our family Doctor couldn’t do anything other then have me doped up to my eyeballs to keep me quiet and out of the knowledge of the pain.