“Somehow the portal knows their hearts and minds, and if they are truly willing sexual slaves – male or female – the portal brings them back to our dimension. Indian Sex attach.”
“You have no women?” I asked. Copious amounts of thick grey material flowed out of her mouth and onto her face and down her chest. Then they began painting bright blue, red and yellow stars on the female’s skin. I would say that somehow one day a Celtic shaman or witch or queen or whatever either figured out how to open the portal or accidentally opened it while doing some other ritual and you got caught on this side of the door when it closed. “Look behind you,” I said as I slowly raised my arm and pointed toward the heat camera display. “… I’ve come close several times, but… I should have retrieved my Beretta 92FS 9mm pistol, one of four weapons I keep stashed around the place, but instead my hand closed on nothing.
