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to breathe. She knew instinctively that this was the kind of man
who would enjoy their unequal struggle even more than he’d enjoy her
submission.
    “I know your designation now,” he said, “and I’m senior
enough to put in a winning bid at auction. Just think of it 28-517, your new
life with me could begin as soon as tomorrow. Would you like that?”
    Struggling wouldn’t do her any good, but she simply couldn’t
bring herself to metaphorically roll over. “No, Sergeant,” she whispered,
bracing herself for violent retaliation.
    He laughed. “I don’t imagine you would. But unfortunately
for you, the only thing that counts is what I want. And what I want is for you know
what it is to be a slave. To fully comprehend the fatal error you made when you
dared to lift a hand against me.” He kicked her legs apart and then inserted
his knee between her legs, jabbing hard and sharp at the juncture of her
thighs.
    The pain shot through her body, broad and jarring. She
couldn’t prevent the grunt that escaped her lips or her need to squirm away
from the bruising pressure. She was beyond caring about the tears that rolled
down her cheeks or her involuntary whimper when he rolled her just enough to
slide his hand over her abused breast.
    He squeezed. “This is mine. You are mine, to dispose of as I
please. You will be my slave for as long as I see fit and when I’m bored with
you I’m going to turn you into a whore. I will rent you out to my men, an hour
at a time, for as long as I can stretch it out. I won’t let them beat you,
break your bones or do permanent damage. I’ve learned from experience, that’s
the fastest way to kill a whore. No. I plan to be very careful with you. I’ll
keep your body whole so you’ll last a long time for me. I’ll rent you out over
and over until your will dies, until your soul shatters, until there’s nothing
left but an empty shell. And do you know what I’ll do then?”
    Chelsea couldn’t answer because her whole body shook. Nerves,
muscles and bones quaked in the face of the nightmare he described.
    “I’ll rent you out some more. I’ll let my men fuck you again
and again until one morning you simply won’t wake up. But that will be years
from now. Years filled with pain, humiliation, deprivation and utter
powerlessness. How does that sound, slave?”
    It was too much. Her terror and desolation tangled together
and the emotion came out of her body in harsh, racking sobs. Every breath
stabbed like a knife, her stomach convulsed with every exhale, and she began
keening like a mindless animal.
    Somewhere outside the darkness she heard Tansy shouting but
the grip of misery on Chelsea’s body was too hard to fight. The heavy pressure
on her back released and she could think of nothing more than getting away. She
crawled slowly, hand over hand, dragging her body across the smooth surface of
the floor. She had no idea how far she’d gone before her bracelet arced into
life. White-hot agony flashed through her, searing her nerves, blinding her,
shutting out everything but the unbearable pain. She opened her mouth to scream
but she didn’t know if any sound emerged. All she knew was the excruciating
punishment of the bracelet and the terrifying possibility that it might never
end.

Chapter Three
     
    Ari stood just inside the hatch of the slave ship, watching
the women wait to board his shuttle and trying to look as though he belonged. A
hot trickle of sweat crawled its way down his spine and he chose to blame the
synthleather jacket rather than the sinking feeling that something was going to
go wrong. The recycled air of the transport ship made it difficult to breathe
and without fresh air and wind currents he couldn’t scent for trouble. Another
trickle of moisture sped its way to the crack in his ass. Just one more
discomfort in a litany of dragon-shit that was this mission.
    And then there was the girl. Hauled out of line and abused
by the biggest asshole in the Brightstar