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“It was being auctioned off by your farm, and I had my commander buy it for you. I knew you’d want it.”

“But why would you do that for me?”

“Consider it a peace offering. We didn’t get off on the right foot, and since we’re going to be together for the foreseeable future, I thought it was the least I could do. Especially since you have no other jewelry, being a slave and all.”

I look around the officers’ lounge, and I really have nothing to do. I don’t think anyone will notice if I slip out for a minute. “Do you have it with you?”

She holds up her hands on her tight red dress. “Do I look like I have pockets? You’ll have to come with me if you want it. We will be right back.”

I look around, and it’s true no one will notice if I slip out for a few minutes. My Commander is busy in conversation, and his drink is full. I nod to the human woman and follow her out the door.

I think she purposely takes me a very long and confusing way to her quarters, making a lot of turns when she doesn’t have to. Also, I feel the time is ticking by, and I don’t want to get into trouble. “I’m going back. I can’t be away this long.”

“We’re almost there. Just a little further,” she says.

As soon as I round the corner, though, I don’t see her anymore. I turn back, and out of nowhere is a large Silver male.

He asks me, “Where are you going?”

“I was just looking for the other Water woman,” I reply. I call out to her, but the Silver male laughs at me. I realize then I’ve been had.

I turn in the other direction and start running as fast as I can, but the male is taller and knows where he’s going, so it doesn’t take him very long to grab my arm and throw me to the ground.

“The only females who come to this part of the ship are prostitutes,” he says, groping one of my breasts. “Water women are so very soft.”

I scream and try to push him off me, but he’s too heavy. His dirty hands are groping all over my body, and I can feel his erections through his trousers. I scream for help, but it’s just quiet in the corridor. I guess all the prostitutes are in the lounge—all the females, except me.

Tears come streaming out of the sides of my eyes as my voice becomes hoarse from crying out for help. “Why won’t someone come and help me?”

“Scream all you want; no one is going to help you here,” my attacker says.

I continue to scream, hoping to annoy him, hoping that he’ll get off of me. But then he does something to trigger my muscles, and I suddenly remember my defense classes. I manage to get one of my hands free by wiggling it, and I put my fingers in one of his eyes, which distracts him. Then, I quickly squirm out from underneath him, but I’m not fast enough, he grabs my ankle and pulls me back. I cut my hands on the wall as I try to hang on to a bit of the skirting that’s come undone.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he says. “I’m going to happily make you pay for that.”

As he drags me backward, I turn over on my back and bring my knees up so that when he’s hovering over me again, I’m going to kick him with everything I have. He obviously thinks there’s nothing I can do to hurt him, so I must use that to my advantage. I feel like I’m back in class and think of my Commander. I imagine he’s watching me, and I don’t want to let him down by not fighting with everything I can, my mind and body.

When my attacker looms over me again, I kick my legs so hard I move backward on the floor, giving myself a serious rug burn. It hurts, but I’m numb to the pain. I bounce up and start running again and screaming for help at the top of my lungs. As I run through unknown corridors, I continue to shout, “Help! Someone help me please!” My aggressor is right on my heels, laughing at me. I keep running until I run right into the eloquent officer from my Commander’s ship. He’s shocked to see me in such a state but immediately puts me behind him and draws his gun.

“Stop,” he commands my pursuer.

My aggressor stops and puts his hands casually up. “We were playing a game. Give her back to me.”

“I highly doubt the lady was playing a game with you.”

“She’s no lady,” my aggressor says with a sneer. “She’s a volunteer. She’s a prostitute. She came looking for sex and then played hard to get.”

My Commander’s officer doesn’t lower his gun. “Get away from us.”

“Oh, so I see you have something for her too. Well, we can both take turns. I’m not too proud to share a volunteer.”

“I am going to give you until the count of … oh, fuck it, never mind,” he says and fires his gun. The noise was so loud I duck. When I look up, I see my aggressor running in the opposite direction.

“Did you shoot him?” I ask.

“Only his pride,” the eloquent officer answers.

“I’m so glad you found me.”

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