They
had a lot to drink at Tao, but this situation had all of their nerves strung
tight, and if they didn’t drink something to help calm them, one of them was
liable to tear the ship apart.
Chapter Six
The first thing that Luna realized was wonderful warmth
surrounded her. How long had it been since she had felt such heat? Far, far too long. The second thing was that her whole body ached.
Even breathing caused unused muscles to protest. Peeling open her eyelids,
which was harder than it should be, she waited a
moment for her vision to clear.
After minutes passed and the blurriness didn’t
abate, Luna panicked. Reaching up to rub her eyes, she winced in pain at the
tender area she came in contact with. Some type of wet gelatinous substance
coated not only her eyes, but one side of her face as well. Slowly pulling herself up and into a sitting position, the blanket that had
warmed her slipped down her nude body. Fear at how she had gotten to be with no
clothing assaulted her, and her pulse raced. Gripping the blanket tightly, she
covered her breasts and forced herself to calm enough that she could think
rationally and not let her panic take control.
How long
have I been out? Where am I? Taking the corner of the blanket she brought
it to her face and gently wiped the gel away. She blinked in rapid succession
and looked around her surroundings. Her mind started to clear, and everything
came slamming back into her mind with enough force it left her breathless.
Maximo’s anger. The
pain when his hand made contact with her face, and the gash on her arm. The
agony of her scrapes and cuts as she ran through trees and shrubs. The joy of seeing the ship about to take off, and then hiding
within it. Each memory was stronger than the next until the last thing
she remembered was passing out from pain and exhaustion behind two large
barrels.
The room she was in was unfamiliar, but then again
why wouldn’t it be? Clearly she had been discovered, but why wasn’t she dead,
or at the very least bound and gagged? Why were there bandages covering her
body, as if someone was trying to heal her wounds, like they wanted her to be
well? A stowaway wasn’t something that was taken lightly. Tightening her hold
on the blanket, she continued examining the room.
There was door to her left, closed, a small chest,
and a basin with a mirror above it, and another small bathing chamber to her
right. Aside from those things and the bed she sat on the room was barren. Twisting
slightly on the bed had pain lancing up one whole side of her body. Looking
down, she saw a small square patch in the crook of her arm with a thin tube
attached to it. Following the tube she saw it attached to a small bag filled
with some type of clear substance. That was going into her body? A wave of dizziness assaulted her even more. After a
moment the feeling passed, and she sighed.
Why would the owner of the ship be mending a
stowaway? At least she thought she was still on the ship. She certainly wasn’t
at one of the rundown shacks back on the red dust planet, and she knew enough
about technology that even if she was on a spacecraft she wouldn’t have been
able to tell. The ride would have been as smooth and flawless as if she were
standing on solid ground back home. Home. No, she
shouldn’t even think of that planet as such. Heart beating double time, the
image of her on the slave auction block slammed into her mind. What if that was
where they were taking her to? It would certainly explain why they were nursing
her back to health so they could sell her to a wealthy buyer, but then logic
crept in. She wasn’t restrained as she would assume a piece of property would
have been. There were just too many things slamming into her mind over and over
again for her to make any kind of sense. She was a viable female, and many
planets used slaves for other things than manual labor.
Oh God. Sickness washed
over her. She had to escape. No way was she going escape being
had a lot to drink at Tao, but this situation had all of their nerves strung
tight, and if they didn’t drink something to help calm them, one of them was
liable to tear the ship apart.
Chapter Six
The first thing that Luna realized was wonderful warmth
surrounded her. How long had it been since she had felt such heat? Far, far too long. The second thing was that her whole body ached.
Even breathing caused unused muscles to protest. Peeling open her eyelids,
which was harder than it should be, she waited a
moment for her vision to clear.
After minutes passed and the blurriness didn’t
abate, Luna panicked. Reaching up to rub her eyes, she winced in pain at the
tender area she came in contact with. Some type of wet gelatinous substance
coated not only her eyes, but one side of her face as well. Slowly pulling herself up and into a sitting position, the blanket that had
warmed her slipped down her nude body. Fear at how she had gotten to be with no
clothing assaulted her, and her pulse raced. Gripping the blanket tightly, she
covered her breasts and forced herself to calm enough that she could think
rationally and not let her panic take control.
How long
have I been out? Where am I? Taking the corner of the blanket she brought
it to her face and gently wiped the gel away. She blinked in rapid succession
and looked around her surroundings. Her mind started to clear, and everything
came slamming back into her mind with enough force it left her breathless.
Maximo’s anger. The
pain when his hand made contact with her face, and the gash on her arm. The
agony of her scrapes and cuts as she ran through trees and shrubs. The joy of seeing the ship about to take off, and then hiding
within it. Each memory was stronger than the next until the last thing
she remembered was passing out from pain and exhaustion behind two large
barrels.
The room she was in was unfamiliar, but then again
why wouldn’t it be? Clearly she had been discovered, but why wasn’t she dead,
or at the very least bound and gagged? Why were there bandages covering her
body, as if someone was trying to heal her wounds, like they wanted her to be
well? A stowaway wasn’t something that was taken lightly. Tightening her hold
on the blanket, she continued examining the room.
There was door to her left, closed, a small chest,
and a basin with a mirror above it, and another small bathing chamber to her
right. Aside from those things and the bed she sat on the room was barren. Twisting
slightly on the bed had pain lancing up one whole side of her body. Looking
down, she saw a small square patch in the crook of her arm with a thin tube
attached to it. Following the tube she saw it attached to a small bag filled
with some type of clear substance. That was going into her body? A wave of dizziness assaulted her even more. After a
moment the feeling passed, and she sighed.
Why would the owner of the ship be mending a
stowaway? At least she thought she was still on the ship. She certainly wasn’t
at one of the rundown shacks back on the red dust planet, and she knew enough
about technology that even if she was on a spacecraft she wouldn’t have been
able to tell. The ride would have been as smooth and flawless as if she were
standing on solid ground back home. Home. No, she
shouldn’t even think of that planet as such. Heart beating double time, the
image of her on the slave auction block slammed into her mind. What if that was
where they were taking her to? It would certainly explain why they were nursing
her back to health so they could sell her to a wealthy buyer, but then logic
crept in. She wasn’t restrained as she would assume a piece of property would
have been. There were just too many things slamming into her mind over and over
again for her to make any kind of sense. She was a viable female, and many
planets used slaves for other things than manual labor.
Oh God. Sickness washed
over her. She had to escape. No way was she going escape being
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