Talia was once just your average human woman, working 9-2, trying to make ends meet to ensure her three kids had food on the table. But the next thing she knew, she was fighting a war against alien invaders and now captured and made into one of their slaves.
One the bright side though, Talia wasn't brought into the horrid mines or scorching fields she had heard so much about, but instead the transport ship opened up to reveal her to be in a large room made entirely out of gold. She stepped out with the other slaves (both alien and human) into the room and looked around. The walls and pillars were covered in elaborate paintings that reminded Talia of ancient Egyptian murals, but obviously more alien and more rigid. The room appeared to me some kind of hanger, as indicated by the runways etched onto the floor and the other ships docked on the floor.
Talia's look around the room was interrupted by a command from one of the guards, who ordered everyone to form a line side to side. Everyone did so, including Talia who stood somewhere in the middle. Every single one of them was naked as their clothes had been taken when they were captured. Including the aliens who were added to her group since being transported, Talia counted at least 20-25 people in line with her.
From the side, Talia saw a door open. From it came out who she assumed would be her new owner. From her figure and long dark hair, it was obviously a female, with her yellow skin showing she was obviously a zehm. She had angled black eyes with green pupils. Her dress was all white and dragged along the floor, but was covered in multiple amulets, chains, and other forms of jewelry with many different colored gems. Her arms, despite not wearing gloves, didn't seem to have to share her skin tone, looking more like prosthetic limbs than real arms.
The zehm woman stood in front of the line. "Slaves!" she yelled in a commanding tone. "I am Lady Khai of house Hezmori. You are my property. I know this is strange for your alien minds, but let me assure your. Your service to me is the greatest pleasure your kind will ever be blessed with. So rejoice under this opportunity that our Great Empire has provided for you. I am responsible for governing this planet, and you shall serve me in my palace here, and given good lodgings and provided with plenty of food. You may even care for my family. So I can not emphasize, despite your preconceived idea about enslavement, I assure you that it is a great and honorable responsibility to serve me."
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