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who
wanted her hair to weave into a necklace or something.
    He opened his bathroom door, pulled out the drawer under the sink, and
held up his razor. He turned around to demonstrate it to her but she hadn’t
followed him.
    “Come here,” he called impatiently. He was never going to get her into
bed at this rate.
    She stood at the doorway and looked at him.
    “This is a razor. You need to shave your legs, your underarms, and your
cunt. Then take a shower and come back to me.”
    He handed her the razor and pushed past her out of the bathroom, waving
his arm to indicate that she should go inside.
    “Sir?”
    Her voice was wavering and soft and when he turned around he realized
her body was shaking.
    “I’m very sorry, sir, and I will obey you, I promise, but I don’t know
how to use the razor or what is the shower. I’m sorry.”
    Chad understood that in trying to make it better for her, he’d actually
frightened her even more. She had her mouth closed tightly now, but she was
shivering very obviously and it wasn’t cold in his room. The spaceship
maintained an even temperature at all times.
    He took the razor from her hand and laid it on the sink, and then he
pulled her into his arms, her body so slight and frail against his.
    “I should apologize. I won’t hurt you. You’re my bride and I’ll look
after you.”
    ****
    Flame was glad he didn’t plan to punish her but she was also getting
more and more worried. She was quite prepared to cut her hair off if it would
make him happy, but how could she cut off the hair under her arms or the faint
fuzz of down on her legs? Even with a sharp knife it would take many hours and
she’d have to be extremely careful not to hurt herself.
    And then she was supposed to eat extra food and get fatter. She was
more than happy to eat more, but where would she find the food? Just feeding
all these aliens would take an enormous amount of food. How would she scavenge
enough for him let alone trying to find more for herself? If she was allowed to
be with her friends they might be able to make some nets but it would take time
to learn where the fish liked to hide so they could put the nets in the right
place. And she still didn’t know where the nearest river was. They absolutely
had to get drinking water and the only river she knew about was more than a
day’s walk away.
    Her master had the right to beat her or even kill her if she displeased
him. Already he was cross because she didn’t understand what he wanted her to
do. Instead of the long walk to the ocean taking her to safety, Flame thought
it was much more likely that she’d come here to die. Her master would get tired
of her very soon now and kill her. Unless maybe he’d give her to one of the
other aliens? No, that wouldn’t happen. None of them would want a useless
slave.
    Flame couldn’t look him in the face anymore. She bent her head down and
clamped her jaw shut so she wouldn’t cry.
    “Let me show you what to do. In the future you can shave yourself, but
today I’ll do it for you.” He sat on a chair in this room, his legs wide apart.
    “Put your foot on the toilet between my legs.”
    Toilet must be another word for chair. She stood on
one leg, her right foot between his thighs.
    “See the numbers here on the razor? For your legs all you will need is one because there’s very little hair.
But for your cunt you might need two or even three .”
    He pointed to the writing on the dial and again panic flooded Flame.
How was she supposed to be able to read the words? She had no idea which was
one or two or three and what they meant. She screwed up her eyes and focused
intently trying to see which one he set the razor to as he held her ankle.
    The machine tickled against her skin but she was much too worried to
giggle. That was probably a good thing as she needed to watch and learn. She
was going to have to this after today and so she had to get it right.
    He moved the little machine over her leg and it made a