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The man loaded me into a hovercab so we could reach the docking bay quickly. During the short ride, he forced me to put my thumb on his datapad’s signature box. I didn’t need to read it to know he coerced me into becoming an indentured sex slave.
As expected, the docking bay overflowed with visitors. William increased security at the gates and I recognized a number of familiar faces. I didn’t know the guard who checked my abductor’s identifications. However, I recognized Brandon a few feet away in his riot gear. Brandon often ensured security at the headquarters and knew me well. The chances of him recognizing me in this outfit were slim though.
My abductor answered routine questions, including his name: Samuel Trent. The guard ignored me. Brandon headed our way to hand the guard a datapad. They exchanged a couple of words then, as Brandon was about to leave, his nostrils flared. He turned towards us and frowned looking at me. My pulse raced.
Recognize me. Please recognize me!
He eyed my hair and veiled face. Stepping closer to me, he leaned forward and inhaled discretely. Why would he...
He recognizes my perfume!
“Samuel Trent,” Brandon said, looking over his identifications on the datapad, “what is your business on Venus Hive?”
“Entertainment, naturally,” Samuel answered. “With all due respect, sir, I’ve just gone through all that with your colleague. Is there a problem?”
“And you’re about to go through it with me,” Brandon deadpanned.
Yes!
“You arrived this morning. Why are you leaving so soon?”
“I came to pick her up. As you can see, she’s a nice piece and I have some customers eager to get to know her better, if you know what I mean.”
We all knew too well what he meant. What I both wanted and dreaded to know was who those customers were. Samuel targeted me specifically. This felt well planned. Surely whoever they were knew not to fuck with Anton.
“Do you have the contract?”
“Naturally. Right here,” Samuel said, tapping a couple of instructions on the datapad.
Of course, there was no name for me. Should it be contested, the fingerprint was proof enough. Brandon gave it a cursory glance before looking at me.
“I’d like to see her face.”
My stomach dropped.
“Well now, you know that’s not possible. She’s veiled for a reason,” Samuel said. “You must respect her wish for anonymity.”
Brandon pinched his lips but couldn’t argue – it was the law. From the look on his face, it was obvious Brandon didn’t want to let it go. Samuel slipped a hand in his pocket, no doubt reaching for the remote detonator in case Brandon pressed the issue. Fear coiled in my belly.
“Is that correct, Madam?” Brandon asked. “Do you wish to retain your anonymity?”
No! Like hell I do!
I swallowed, then nodded. Brandon narrowed his eyes but didn’t challenge my statement.
“You may proceed,” he told Samuel, handing him back his datapad.
Samuel tugged on my leash for me to follow. Despite the fear that twisted my insides, a sliver of hope blossomed in my heart. Brandon sensed something wasn’t right. I knew he would communicate his suspicions to William. I needed to hang on until they came for me.
It felt like a long walk to the ship. People jostled around us, calling to each other. Every delay gave me another reason to hope. Unfortunately, we reached the dingy rust bucket Samuel called his ship far too soon for my liking. The small star cruiser had known better days. Judging by its size and make, it looked ideal for a two-man crew. It could even be one-manned with a solid enough AI integrated onboard.
The ramp lowered and Samuel pulled roughly on my leash. If he kept this up, he would break my neck. To my surprise, the inside of the ship didn’t look as bad as the outside. The light gray wall paneling bore many scrapes and scratches, but it was clean. It was at odds with Samuel who didn’t seem to be too big on personal hygiene. The stale air inside the ship made me realize this may not be Samuel’s ship. If someone paid him to abduct me, he might have bought this tub from a refurbishing shipyard.
“Who are you? And why are you doing this?”
“Quiet bitch,” Samuel said, giving the leash another tug. “Your new master will tell you what he wants if and when he wants to.”
I bit my lower lip as we followed the narrow corridor past the bridge to a closed room in the back. The door swished open at Samuel’s approach. The smell of oiled leather assaulted my nose. Dangling from the ceiling, sturdy chains with shackles at the end swayed quietly. I swallowed as a bondage bench sitting beside a range of canes, whips, and floggers entered my line of sight. My skin prickled as my imagination ran wild, picturing them biting my flesh. I didn’t even want to think what the metal chest of drawers and large shipping crate beside it might contain. As I stepped into the room, my eyes fell on the huge bed, and more importantly, the massive man standing in front of it.
