DESIRED BY ALIEN LORD
Kelly awoke with a start in the night unable to move her limbs. This wasn’t a sensation that she was unused to, as she had had bouts of sleep paralysis since she was a child. Many of the nights that she lied in her bed trapped under her sheets, she saw large, masculine figures crowded around her, looking down at her, helpless under invisible weights. As always, she stopped and told herself not to panic. Yes, the feeling of being at the mercy of someone or something else was a horrifying one, but this was something that she was used to. She woke up frozen in the night because there was something wrong with the way her brain worked, not because she was in a trance or about to be abducted. This was a night just like any other over the course of her life, and nothing that she should be worried about. Until it was.
Unlike the many other nights that had come and gone with her stuck awake, staring at the ceiling and the shadowy figures that encircled her vision, after what she guessed was about five or ten minutes stuck under her comforter, a bright white light started emanating from the center of the circle that the shadowy figures had always formed. Initially, she panicked, her heart racing and her frozen palms growing clammy as it grew brighter and brighter. The light began to envelop the forms, which had become so familiar to her over the years, and their predictable outlines grew blurred. Suddenly, she didn’t think that her nightly visitors were so familiar. She quickly moved to force that thought out of her head, however. She figured she would be awake soon enough. It would all be over, just as it always was.
The light continued to grow until she could no longer see what she had come to believe were hallucinations hovering over her. Everything around her became white – blinding white that served to completely disorient her. With no frame of reference or no bearing, she had no idea where she was or what position she was really in. All she knew was that she felt suspended, and that she was moving somewhere inexplicably fast.
Though the light had taken a bit of time to fade in, it disappeared all too quickly, jarring Kelly’s awareness to her new surroundings. She blinked a few times, and her mouth fell open in disbelief. All around her, she saw polished metal with smooth edges and gliding corners. Everything seemed seamless and streamlined, like it had been the culmination of astounding intellectual achievement. Clearly she had never been in such a place before, nor had she imagined that people could have made such a thing a reality, but there she was – unless she was still dreaming. She hadn’t seen any people yet, after all, and she was being moved down the hallway, around winding corner after winding corner. This was probably still just a dream, like she had always been used to, or so she told herself.
Eventually, she came to a glass door, which disappeared as she approached it. Inside, there was a pitted theater style room, which she was placed in the center of. The lights that were pointed toward the stage at the center prevented her from seeing whether or not anyone was in the presumed seats behind them. She could only hope that this dream wasn’t about to be turned into a nightmare. Soon, she would wake up and be able to move her limbs again. She’d walk into her kitchen and make herself a nightcap to calm her nerves and send her back to sleep. It would be okay. She’d go to work in the morning and just shrug it all off. Routine. That’s of course when she realized that she could actually move her head. The whole time she had been moved to her new location, she had assumed that her propped vision was the result of her waking dream, but in all actuality, she had been holding her head up the whole time on her own. That’s also when she started to panic a bit, and decided to take a look downwards to see what her state of affairs looked like.
What she found was that she was lying unclothed under a thin, but sensationless blanket on a floating polished metal disc. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the disc, but she could rotate enough to sit up and hold herself up with her hands. Nor were her restraints so uncomfortable that they were particularly noticeable either. Her mind was screaming that she was still in a waking dream, but she knew deep down that she was definitely awake. After all, she could move. That light wasn’t her just falling back asleep. It was a transport of some sort – that was the only thing that made sense given that her surroundings screamed otherworldly. Kelly wasn’t necessarily the most put-together of people – she was frequently late to work and would sometimes spend her night munching on a large container of vanilla yogurt versus actually making a balanced dinner, and to top it all off, she would regularly forget where she left her keys. However, it doesn’t exactly take a genius to notice things that are right in front of your face, and she had to quickly accept that facts were facts.
I guess it turns out that sleep paralysis isn’t to blame for all of the accounts of alien abductions, she thought. I mean, they’re pretty similar, but this is definitely distinct. I hope this isn’t one of those anal probe abductions. I’ve never been too into that. She had always been preoccupied with watching UFO based sci-fi growing up and had devoured all accounts of alien abduction as she could find. She had seen them run the gambit from profound to downright torturous, but she still couldn’t get enough of them. She even saw similarities through time, but a part of her always did want to believe. A smaller part of her deeper down wouldn’t even really mind the anal probing that much, if it was done right. She didn’t want to admit to that though, and never would publicly.
Eventually, the lights on her dimmed slightly, and she was able to make out silhouettes behind them. They looked pretty familiar and humanlike, which was a great comfort to her since she didn’t really know how many more visual surprises she could take in the near future given how shocked she was. She realized that her years of morbid fascination had rendered her incapable of really feeling anything about the situation other than a vague, animalistic fight or flight response that was woven with a mildly sexual frustration – visceral response, certainly, but dulled.
Finally, she got a visualization of what the figures always surrounding her looked like, and she was thrilled. There literally couldn’t have been a better abduction scenario – the man who walked into the amphitheater seemed larger than life and was build like a classical god. Clearly defined muscles rippled all over his form and he brazenly bore half of his chest beneath a similarly classical toga.