Never had the people of Earth considered their place in the cosmos with such blatant suddenness till the war vessels came into view. They came to learn that the Zhatian people, conquerors in their own right, far outmatched anything Earth could use as a defense.

After a brief but bloody struggle, the terms to peace were… interesting, to say the least. Earth was forced to give up nearly 5 million humans to the Zhatian ships as prisoners, attendants, or childberears. The women especially feared that last role.

You were one of the unfortunate chosen to be part of the transaction. You had been assigned to one of the males by the name of Xanin. So there you stood, a hospital like gown draped over you, as you waited in the alien quarters. It felt breathable, thin, but still somehow stiff.