Kenyan astronaut kidnapped by aliens....

When Colonel Mwangi regained consciousness, a wave of confusion washed over her. She found herself strapped naked to a cold, unyielding metal table, the chill of the surface sending an involuntary shudder through her body. Above her, three harsh lights, each six inches in diameter, blazed down from a height of nearly nine feet, illuminating her surroundings with a stark, sterile brightness. She struggled against her restraints, but with her head immobilized, all she could perceive was the biting cold of the metal against her bare skin and the pungent, acrid scent of ammonia that filled the air.

“Welcome back to reality, Colonel Mwangi. I believe that’s how it’s pronounced, isn’t it? I’ve spent several tours of duty in East Africa with the UN, so I think I’m close,” a voice cut through the haze, dripping with an unsettling familiarity and spoken in a smooth American English.

“Colonel Mwangi, where are we!?” a voice echoed, sharp and filled with dread.

“Corporal Njoki, is that you?” she gasped, her heart racing at the sound of a familiar voice amidst the chaos.

“Yes, Colonel. I was captured by a creature,” Njoki replied, his voice trembling with fear.

“You're on a distant planet, far removed from Earth, Colonel,” the English voice cut through the dimly lit chamber, its tone dripping with an unsettling calmness. “We’ve brought you and your colleagues here, but I wouldn’t refer to us as creatures. That term feels rather unkind. We are aware that you’ve undergone extensive and classified training over the past few months, which means you possess information that we find quite valuable.”

“You can torture us all you want. We won’t tell you anything,” she spat defiantly, her voice unwavering despite the fear creeping into her veins.

“Do not fret; we have no intention of extracting information through torture,” he replied, a chilling smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Instead, we plan to subject you to a mind cloning machine. After that, our associates from this planet will have their way with you. That’s when you should truly be afraid,” he added, his voice laced with a sinister edge.

“Who are you, mzungu? You won’t get away with this,” Colonel Mwangi barked, her words laced with fury as she struggled against the cold, unyielding restraints binding her. The metal felt harsh against her skin, a stark reminder of her vulnerability.

“I wish we could have conducted our little procedure while you were sedated, but unfortunately, we need you fully conscious and aware. In a few hours, who we are will be inconsequential to you, so I’ll indulge you. We are your worst nightmare, and we intend to return your kind to the huts you belong in. You don’t have any rightful claim to space,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

“We have the same rights to space as you do,” she retorted boldly, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest.

Without warning, he rested his hand on her bare thigh, the touch invasive and unwelcome. He slowly slid his fingers upward, brushing against her pubic hairs, holding his gaze on her with a predatory intensity that made her skin crawl. “Nice body. What a waste,” he remarked coldly, a cruel glint in his eyes. “I’ve sampled plenty like you in my time. Rebellious in public, yet instantly submissive when a little money is tossed your way.” His words dripped with disdain.

"That is all we’re worth to you, mzungu? Go to hell!" she spat, her voice laced with defiance and rage.

The man’s hand slipped between her tightly clenched thighs, his middle finger probing into the vulnerable space, but before he could push further into her personal territory, the sudden creak of a door echoed through the large, sterile room. A chorus of voices spilled in, and he instinctively withdrew, falling silent as the atmosphere shifted.