Page 102 of Sold to the Alien Smugglers

As I shudder, trying to recover my senses, I hear Lord Oblog’s sinister voice.

“I’ll say it once more, Jamie – becauseoh, how I hate to waste words: We won’t be needing Gab’nah’s services, right? You won’t try to escape.”

He pauses, before snarling:

“Say it, bitch!”

The Sentinel keeps its icy steel fingers clenched around my arm. I don’t try to struggle any more. The robot’s grip is more than I could break free from, and the towering robot is watching me with those dead, red – just waiting for the single syllable that will instruct it to hurt me again.

“I-I’m not going to try to escape,” I gasp, spitting the words out.

I’m lying. Iamgoing to get out of here.

But first, I’m going to kill Gab’nah –andLord Oblog.

I don’t know how – not yet. I’m surrounded by enemies, cut off from my triad, without weapons or a plan. Yet, somehow, IknowI’m going to do it. Ihaveto.

I just wish Queen Jasmine and the Aurelian Empire knew of this Toad Mothership – the one that’s been smugglingsomethingto the rebel factions and the Priesthood. If only the full might of the Aurelian Empire could crush the ‘finger’ of the Toad King like the vermin Lord Oblog truly is.

But they don’t – so even if I have to take on this challenge with just my triad to support me, I will.

I’m not just getting off this ship – before I’m free, I’m going to watch my enemies die.

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