I had decided to lay down, getting comfortable with my backpack that I had almost forgotten about due to my shock and confusion. It was soft-ish, and was definitely better than the cold metal. My back was to him, not sure what to say, if anything at all. Suddenly, we came to a stop and the cage door opened. I heard a husky, deep growling voice speak to me, talking in that strange but intriguing language. What he had said I couldn't understand though. I'm assuming he had wanted me to get out.

I had no choice but to obey him, he was around 7'6" probably, I'm not good with estimating height, towering over my small, fragile form. He could easily break me if he wanted. I just wanted to keep to his good side, like any obedient servant would. He pushed the cage away, putting it beside his large home, at least that's what I thought it to be - where else would he have taken me?

I admired it for a few moments before he growled at me, gesturing with his head to enter the home, those long, black as night dreadlocks swaying over his shoulders as he did so.

I hunched my shoulders, slowly going inside, taking a second to look up at him before I continued. It was tidy surprisingly enough, with skulls of all sorts laying around in cases here and there. I held back a small gasp. His home was nice and warm, a little too warm for me really. I placed my backpack in a corner where it was out of the way and slowly took off my jacket, placing it over my backpack like I was trying to hide it.

I was wearing a black shirt that hugged me, but wasn't skin-tight, though it did show off some of my form. As for pants; they were blue sweatpants, being more loose than clingy, I preferred sweats over jeans any day. Jeans got to me and I hated them with a burning passion.

He was watching me make myself comfortable I had noticed, he seemed pleased that I was warming up to the place quickly. I didn't touch the glass box that held a few skulls of tiny critters within it, I merely had it hovering over it, wanting to touch, but also not wanting to stain the glass with my fingers. It was so pretty. I loved skulls of creatures, my father would always bring me back souvenir when he went out hunting if he found anything. I had a few deer antlers in my room, and a few deer and duck skulls too. I guess you could say that I had my own trophy wall as well, and looking at all the different trophies he had made me feel a bit relaxed, oddly enough. It was like I was back at home, only these trophies were completely alien to me. Some had long fangs for being so small, and some had a lot of eye sockets, they all were so cool looking. Though, my eyes did land on two human skulls and it instantly put my calmed thoughts back on the panic radar.

He let out a few guttural croaks, getting my attention instantly. I wondered what he was thinking about, the way he was looking at me got to me a bit. Maybe he was thinking about what he wanted me to get started on first, or maybe he was thinking of other things that I decided to keep even my own mind off of. I didn't even want to think about what could have happened. I remembered watching movies about history, back when black people were slaves to the whites. How sometimes a male master would often rape his female servants. Kind of a creepy thought. I really hoped that this alien didn't try that with me. I don't think I could handle that.

He walked closer to me, snapping me from my thoughts. He was looking at my collar, a long, sharp claw tracing over it, the tip of his sharp nail lightly grazing my neck. I froze up, my body would not move one bit. He grabbed the collar gently and examined it closer. It was black and red, the latches holding it together were a nickel-silver colour. His gaze turned to my face, examining me much closer now that he actually had me, taking in my features.

I just stared up at him, wide-eyed. I wasn't breathing, and only when I noticed the need for it did I let out a soft breath, taking in his strong scent when I breathed in. It was different, I never smelt something so... musky before. It was intoxicating, and the more I breathed in, the more calm I became. It was then I began to actually notice the scent was all around. This was his home, so obviously it'd all smell like him... Gods, it was such a good scent too, strongest when he was next to me.

He released me, then snapped his fingers. He gestured to me, then to himself, or at the latches on the little armor he was wearing. He began to unfasten the straps, making sure to make it last so I could see how it worked. He had stripped down to his loincloth in a matter of minutes, handing me the bits of the outfit. He pointed towards a wall that had a strange mask resting at the top of the protruding hooks. I'm guessing he wanted me to hang them, and so I would.

I gulped, looking to him before I began to play the Guessing Game, placing something somewhere, looking back at my master for either approval, or a threatening growl. I had managed to put the shoulder pads where they meant to go, the fish-net like covering, and the chest plate, but, when it came to lower bits, he seemed to growl at some of the things I did and where I had placed them, so I instantly rearranged most of the mistakes to his liking. I had to remember how these were all situated, so I did not mess up next time I had to do that.

I was sure that I'd have to do that a lot, and he wouldn't like my mistakes.

He seemed pleased enough once I was done with the task. He nodded, arms now crossing over his scarred, buff chest. He sat down on something that was close to a couch that was covered with a big, dust-grey fur pelt. He patted the spot next to him, and I quickly walked over, sitting and looking up at him. I was scared, and I most certainly did not want to fuck up, not on the first day of servitude... I wanted to be a good little girl, I wanted to prove that I could listen, that I could obey.

He tilted his head to the side, slowly leaning in towards me. My eyes widened and I leaned back, trying to stay out of reach. But, a strong hand shot up and grabbed me and dragged me back to him. He opened his mouth, mandibles lightly grazing the sides of me face as he began to drag in my scent with a long breath, then releasing the hot breath on my neck. I felt my loins oddly begin to catch fire. I quickly kept my mind off of anything and everything to help not encourage the building fire inside of my body. My neck was sensitive, unlike most, I always hated it when people touched me there or did what he just did to tease me. I reacted like a cat when the back of my neck was grabbed too; instantly being stunned and trying to scrunch up to get the hand away through force. I just hoped he never went to grab me there, otherwise he'd use that to his advantage for many things... Maybe punishment, maybe... No, I didn't want to think about it. I couldn't handle such thoughts right now.

That was when he released me and I backed away to the edge of the 'couch' as quick as a lizard that was running for either food or from a predator, staring up at him with shocked eyes. He let out that strange guttural croaking noise again, almost seeming amused by my actions. I looked to the stone floor, hugging myself as I hung my head some, the soft collar grazing up against my neck which almost made me shiver. It was smooth and felt nice in a way.

I blinked and looked back towards him. He was just staring at me and it freaked me out. Those beady orange eyes, the absolute power he appeared to have in every muscle in his body intimidated me to the point my own body didn't wish to move, I was stunned, captivated in his harsh gaze. As we had our little staring contest, I began to take note of his features. His face was spiked around the edges, which may have been an indication of how old he was, his teeth were long and razor sharp, and I began to notice that his dreads weren't as black as I originally thought, as a matter of fact, they had the slightest streaks of grey going through them. His colouration wasn't black and a pale tan colour, no, his dark splotches were actually a deep red and brown. He was old, and most definitely wise and experienced. The skulls I could see in another room that were bigger than the ones in the cases in this room told me so.

Honestly, I was a bit envious of how he looked. I was a chubby thing, my thighs were pretty big and meaty, I had some muscle thanks to my strength and weight training class, but it wasn't much. I would often wish that I was skinny and had muscles that at least showed, that was all I wanted. Hey, for all I knew maybe I would be able to lose some body fat working for this alien. That'd be something.

Suddenly, he stood up. I watched him as he walked away, going to another room. I blinked, wondering if I should have followed. I was about to get up but he was back before I could do anything. He had a small rag-looking thing. He glared down at me, pointing to me before pointing to the skulls in the case.

I was going to touch the skulls! Well, clean them more like it, but still. I bounced up, waiting for him to show me what to do. He thrust the cloth in my direction as he opened the case, and I took it with a bit over the top enthusiasm. He gave me a look as he reached in and pulled out a medium sized skull.

The skull had three eye sockets; one in the middle and two where they normally should be. He grabbed my hand, being extremely gentle about it as he showed me, with my own hand, own to polish the skull. He released my hand then nodded to me, gesturing to the rest of the skulls in the case.

He wanted me to polish all of them!?

I wanted to complain, but I kept my mouth shut, just going back to sitting down after he left the room, my hand lightly polishing the skull. I examined it closer, taking note of all the sharp, tiny teeth. They reminded me of rat teeth only in multiple rows like a sharks. I wondered what the creature this skull belonged to looked like. Was it scary? Was it pretty? I couldn't tell.

I began to notice that there weren't any light sources, except for one or two in the casing, in the home. It was almost like the walls gave off the amber-ish light that filled the room. I tried to keep my focus on my task, not wanting to get distracted.

It was then that my stomach growled. I whimpered, begging for it to be silent. I didn't have any food, and I was unsure if my master would feed me before my task was done. My life was way more important than food at the time, so I just continued polishing the skulls. One by one I sat and polished them until they shined. I sat in many different positions, even pretending like they were talking to me, seeing as my master hadn't come back to check-up on me.

I saved the human skulls for last, I should have done them right after the first one so I didn't need to look at them again... but, I was never good at organizing myself.

I bit my lower lip, my hand was shaky as I reached down to grab one of the skulls so I could get to polishing it. I stared at it, horrified. Was this what he did to servants that didn't obey him? Or were these from his hunts? I decided it was better to not know. I pretended like it was just another animal skull, and that helped me get through polishing it, along with the second one. I had never held a human skull in my hands before until now... It wasn't pleasant... I didn't want to do it again.

I knew I would have had to anyway, I knew he was going to make me polish the skulls again some time soon.

I sat and waited for him to come back from wherever he went. I wasn't sure if I should go and polish the larger skulls in the next room or what. He didn't tell me... was this a test? A test to see how far I'd go to please him? I steeled my nerves and stood up with a sudden burst of bravery, walking over into the other room.

I stopped at the door way, staring at the wall. Those were the largest skulls I had ever seen! They would take forever to clean- I wouldn't even be able to hold them. Maybe I didn't need to polish them... okay, I was going polish them.

Don't look at me I'm trying my best to please my master. You would too if you were under an aliens thumb like his.

I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat, getting ready to reach up and begin the job, yet my body froze up once I heard that familiar croaking sound. I didn't move, I simply let my eyes drift to look at the large alien being. He was staring at me, I couldn't tell if he had either pride in his eyes because I was doing something good that he didn't need to tell me to do, or anger because I was in this room. I pulled my hands away from the large skull, looking to the ground as I messed with the cloth in my hands.

He growled at me, causing me to flinch. Had I done something bad? Was it because I was in here without permission.

He took a step towards me, then snatched the cloth from my hands, putting something else in them. I slowly opened my eyes, having shut them out of fear. I gasped.

It was a plate of food!

He turned from me and vanished again. I looked down at the assorted meats and a strange looking cracker-like add on. I walked back into the living quarters I'd guess it'd be called, sitting down on the make-shift couch. I ate what I was given, not complaining about how horrible the cracker tasted. It was more vitamin like than tasting like an actual cracker.

I yawned, stretching my limbs. I was fairly tired and wouldn't mind a nap, but of curse that had to probably be ok'ed by my new owner.

I decided to test it.

I placed the empty plate down, laying across the comfy couch, shutting my eyes while trying to not actually fall asleep. I failed miserably, falling asleep right away thanks to the soft fur on the bed. It was just so comfortable.

I was really going to get it when I woke up.