1:44 Whitney Strand tossed and turned in bed next to her husband, Andrew. They should have been here by now. She turned and laid on her back staring at the ceiling. It had never been on her time if she was honest, always on their, but she felt she was entitled to feel a little impatient.
Every 90 days, since Whitney had turned 18, the visitors arrived to steal her away. Whether she was in college, in her own apartment, or staying over at someone else’s place, they’d appear at her bedside, staring with their huge, soulless eyes.
1:58. Was this it? After 8 years was it over? They had missed last month, if they missed again that would confirm it, they were done with her. Whitney dug her fingers into the mattress and waited, either for the visitors or sleep, whichever came first.
2:01 , Whitney’s room filled with a familiar blue light. She smiled and rose up in bed, letting tthe sheets fall away from her bare torso. Slowly moving towards her and Andrew were three small creatures in shiny, vinyl jumpsuits. Each wore a different color, a small detail Whitney was almost positive they did so she had some way to tell them apart; one red, one blue, one yellow. Huge black eyes that always reminded her of windows into some bottomless chasm stared at her intely. “Finally” She thought with the tiniest hint of annoyance, knowing they would hear it.
They used to paralyze her, and then control her body like she was nothing but a puppet. But they didn’t waste energy on any of that anymore, not when she was so willing and eager to do whatever they asked.
The three visitors approached her and Whitney stepped out of bed, dropping to her knees in front of them. Tiny hands moved up and down her body, one set of hands caressing and pinching her breasts, another exploring her inner thighs and beginning to play with her cunt, the last stroking her hair as if to soothe her. Whitney bit her lip but otherwise stayed perfectly still as they examined her and toyed with her. She was about to be taken again, and her entire body craved for it to begin.
2:09 Red held out a metallic collar and, with a series of clicks, secured it around Whitney’s neck. A beam of light formed from the collar, and Red grabbed hold of it. Red tugged, and obediently Whitney rose to her feet. Red pulled again, and Whitney followed him. She looked at Andrew as she was guided past him, and saw he was snoring, oblivious to the journey his wife was about to take. It was better this way, Andrew was a wonderful husband but he didn’t understand the visitors, didn’t really believe that they were anything other than a vivid nightmare his wife had. Whitney blew him a kiss silently and continued to follow Red towards the window where Blue and Yellow waited for them..
2:13 Blue touched Whitney’s forehead and then the four of them floated up through the air, effortless, weightless, free. She felt the wind on her face and body as she kept drifting towards her destination, the large silver disk silently hovering above her home. Whitney smiled as the disk grew larger and larger.
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