What did you dream of being when you were little? I mean, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I know lots of little girls want to be a ballerina or a princess or something cute like that. Lots of them aspire to higher ideals—an astronaut or a scientist or even the first female President (I swear someday we’re going to have one!) But no little girl that I know wants to grow up to be somebody’s pet. I know I certainly didn’t. But that’s exactly what happened when I was abducted and zapped up to space by a group of wormy blue guys called the Commercians who run a service called The Alien Mate Index.
My name is Eliza Angelica Thompson, (though my friends just call me Elli,) and I was kidnapped and forced to become an Alien Overlord’s pet.
Not just any Alien Overlord, mind you—he’s a Lord of the Realm on Korrigon Four, which is supposedly the most civilized and advanced planet in the universe—at least according to the Korrigans. He’s also ten feet tall with piercing full-black eyes, muscular, and extremely imposing. He’s a very stern Master—which I found out the hard way.
So why would such an important guy pick me to be his pet? Well, you got me. I’m just an ordinary Earth woman struggling to get by in today’s gig economy. I definitely don’t stand out in a crowd.
I’m short and curvy—more curvy than I should be, honestly, but whatever—with long dark brown hair that lights up red in the sunlight. I have what my mom calls a “Kewpie doll” face with brown eyes, a cute little nose and lips that are a tad too big. My best feature is probably my eyes—they’re really big with long lashes. And my worst feature is my chubby cheeks—though I do have dimples when I smile. But I’m not a model or anything. And as I said, I’m way too curvy to be interesting to most guys—let alone rich, important ones. You wouldn’t see someone who looked like me starring as the heroine in a billionaire romance.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I’m nothing special—not a girl you’d pick to be your perfect companion if you had access to every single female on Earth and you got to choose one. Yet, here I am, an Alien Overlord’s pet…
But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Maybe I should give you a little background and let you know what was happening when I was taken. And you might want to listen up because the Commercians and their AMI are still up there, orbiting Earth and catering to rich Aliens who like Earth girls.
If you’re not careful, you might be next…