Sold To The Beastmen Princes

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Synopsis

I finally escaped my abusive family and took a grueling job cleaning a seedy motel just to have a windowless closet to call my own. I thought the worst was behind me, until I touched a glowing sphere in the alley and was swallowed by a blinding light. I woke up completely naked, paralyzed by invisible forces in a sterile, alien room. Before I could even process the terror, I was floated into a massive amphitheater and put on display for thousands of monstrous creatures. They snapped a freezing metal collar around my neck that shocked my brain and suppressed my emotions, auctioning me off like a helpless animal. My buyer was a cold, towering commander named Alistair. He and his associate treated me like a rare lab rat, watching with clinical fascination as my body literally gave out from pure, trembling fear. "Turn it off! Please, turn it off!" I screamed and sobbed as I was locked in a dark room, forced to watch a massive screen showing mechanical arms shaving every inch of my unconscious body bare. I didn't understand why I was abducted from my world, or why they were systematically stripping away every last shred of my human dignity. But when I looked into the shadows and saw Alistair smiling at my total despair, I realized I had to survive this alien nightmare, even if it meant destroying him.