Prologue
“Imani! Make sure to take those documents straight to Mr. Winslow ok?”
Called Jackie from behind her cubical, as Imani rushed with a stack of papers cradled in her arms, “Yes Ma’am!” She called back to the slightly over 40-year-old lady.
As much as Imani liked this job with its great pay plus benefits, it comes at a price as all good things do. Her boss is a slave driver and those around her, though nice and friendly, are annoyances.
Imani Jackson, is a hot-tempered independent woman, aged 22, and still single. Likes everything blue and loves to eat, despite how perfect her body is as she is most proud of. She kills time reading or playing video games even sketching from time to time. Though at work she must be nice, friendly, and always professional. When she finally made it to Mr. Winslow’s office, all that niceness and professionalism she worked so hard to keep in check when at work was all thrown out the window.
She announced her arrival, “Mr. Winslow I have those documents you- Oh. You’re in a meeting..” “L-leave them be on the desk Ms. Jackson,” Mr. Winslow stuttered as two Secret Service Officers gave Imani their attention.
One of the men with jet-black hair asked, “Is this Ms. Imani Jackson?” “Yes, I am. Is there a problem?” Both of the officers looked at each other and the one speaking gave a nod to his companion, a brunette. The one speaking approached her, “Ma’am we are gonna need you to come with us,” he said as he grasped her arm gently.
The papers she was holding fell as she ripped her arm away from him, “I’m not going anywhere with you without some sort of explanation,” she spat glaring at the man. The man sighed as he nodded to his partner.
His partner stood directly in front of her and pulled out a pistol, “Either come quietly or we’ll forcefully remove you. You’re choice,” the brunette smirked. “I still want some sort of explanation. I’m not moving from this spot until I fucking get one. So shoot me if you must,” she said defiantly.
Mr. Winslow was next to the brunette in milliseconds when she said, “I’ll explain what’s going on so please let’s just calm down..” his soothing words seemed to have worked because the brunette lowered his pistol, “Fine. Tell her so we can leave,” the brunette huffed.
Mr. Winslow cleared his throat, “These gentlemen would like to take you to an alien bridal pick-up place-” She cut him off with a biting tone, “So I’m being a trade-off to a bunch of aliens?” Mr. Winslow nodded fearing her temper which he had never seen before.
The black-haired officer picked up where Mr. Winslow left off, “According to some records, you don’t have or ever had a husband and your family has a good amount of reproductive genes, with you having multiple siblings. The aliens need someone like you,” He explained vaguely.
She was appalled by what he said. The expression of utter shock and rage covered her face. ‘Why wasn’t I consulted about this?! Why is it that my body is just gonna be given to a bunch, of creatures?!’ The black-haired officer sighed and said with empathy, “I know this is a shock to you and you’re probably asking yourself why weren’t you told about this humongous change of pace, but this isn’t up to us or you,” that was it. That was the last straw. She got in the man’s face and went off, “I refuse to be an alien’s whore! I refuse to let any of those things even touch me! I’m sorry officer but you are gonna have to either shoot me or drag me kicking and screaming before I do anything close to what you told me,” The black-haired officer sighed deeply, “I knew it wasn’t gonna be that easy.”
She then felt something hard hit her in the back of her head hard enough to have her hear a ringing sound. Before she blacked out she heard the brunette chuckle, “’ Night chosen bride.~”
