Samantha loved to procrastinate, it came so easy to her, she felt so guilty for the infinity of things she could be doing but instead she singlehandedly wasted hours upon hours doing absolutely nothing, or at least, that is how it felt inside her head.

She had just binged a total of six episodes of a recent anime, instead of doing anything remotely productive, she had to be up at 8:30 Am tomorrow morning…and the clock in her phone  told her it was 2:12 A.M. already, she sighed “the night needs more hours” she said out loud to no one in particular, she lived alone in her apartment after all.

She dragged her feet towards the bathroom to wash her teeth, she took a glance at the girl on the other side of the mirror, a nicely built African American gal, full lips, with long curly hair, by all accords she could be considered very pretty, obviously the one clear defect in her face was her baggy eyes, for the lack of sleep, but she was pretty much used to the fact that she would die with those…the night was her comfort time, it was the time where nothing was expected of her, she felt free of the pressures of her job, her friends and family.

She washed her mouth one last time and decided to go to sleep, despite her brain still clinging to the waking world, it was clear that her body needed sleep urgently, she was at her limit, she half undressed and got into her bed, soon enough she was gone, the only sound coming from her room was her cute little snoring.

However, only six minutes passed until there was a new sound in her room… it was the footsteps of an alien man.

Samantha felt a dim light pointing directly into her eyes… it was not exactly something new, sometimes helicopters passed for that area, but…something felt different…. like it was closer…warmer… she wanted to open her eyes… something was terribly wrong…she… she had to!

FLASH!

Her jaw went slack open and drool started to escape from her lips, she was looking at…colors? yes…pretty colors in pretty patterns, they stimulated her brain in such a wonderful way…she couldn’t help but to smile.

The pretty colors had an owner… a man made the pretty colors dance and twirl in front of her face…the man was speaking, but his voice sounded nothing like a human voice… more like clicks and growls, Samantha was now sitting on her bed, she did not know when she did that, her body seemed to move on her own…

The tall man said things in his strange language again…but she couldn’t understand, she tried to look at him…something was off about his shape…but as soon as her eyes wandered towards him…she couldn’t help but to focused on the pretty colors again….they were so pretty and colorful…they tingled and glittered  and danced in ways that filled her heart with childlike glee…

*Akh nagadram agtharamiak-ow me…*

She tilted her head at the end of that phrase she could almost understand him
“wh-what?” she managed to say as she kept drooling

“ Ikngah be a good girl….and follow me” he said finally….she smiled…and nodded… her legs felt wobbly, but the owner of the pretty colors had asked her to follow…and she wanted to do what he said.

Ko’llo started guiding the primitive towards the window he came in, he would never admit this to Qui’lla but these creatures started to grow on him, the  hair still felt a bit much…and they had way to many fingers, but they had some exotic beauty to them, and as the studies had revealed they were very susceptible to hypnotic suggestions,  with just a few  buttons pressed in his wrist device he had reduced this female to an idiotic and obedient slave,   he took a glance at the sky, where the ship silently hovered

“I got the fertile female, I request extraction.”

“I saw how you were looking at her, you know if you want, we can use a more intimate approach to the insemination process” said Quilla with delight

Ko’llo grumbled as he guided the idiotic female closer to him “You are insufferable, if you want to go native be my guest but don’t get me into your kinky shenanigans, thank you.”

Qui’lla’s answer was only giggles as a tractor beam came from above and in seconds Ko’llo and his new primitive friend were levitating towards the ship.

Samantha had no idea what was going on, but the hand of the owner of the colors was warm and firm…she felt safe for some reason…even as she was defying gravity.

Soon enough both of them were inside, and the ship left as silently as it came.