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slave auctions nor gladiator fights would ‟ ve been allowed? She was trapped in a den of thieves and murderers!
The gladiators probably weren ‟ t any worse than the men that were free to walk around—maybe not even as bad.
It crossed her mind to wonder if there was any chance in hell of getting her hands on one of the ships she ‟ d seen and escaping, but only in a fantasy sense. Getting out when she would have to run the gauntlet of men just panting to get their hands on her and fuck her blind was an insurmountable obstacle as far as she could see. And even if she managed to survive that and get out when she knew the fish-man must have security, there was the space station itself—filled with men. It wasn ‟ t likely a naked female would make it very far—not close enough to a ship to smell freedom.
And then there was the technology of the ships themselves. She didn ‟ t doubt that she could figure out how to fly one, given time, but she wouldn ‟ t get that time. Setting aside every other obstacle, even taking into account that she had some familiarity with some alien technology since she ‟ d spent nearly five years of her life studying it, she didn ‟ t think the odds were in her favor that she would manage to get a ship with technology she already knew and it could take a very long time for her to figure it out if it wasn ‟ t already at least a little familiar.
Even if she could manage all of that, though, she was an engineer, not an astronomer or a cosmologist! How would she find her way home?
She wouldn ‟ t. As sick as that made her, she knew she could never manage that. It was extremely doubtful that she could manage any of her fantasy scenario of escape, but she also knew that there could be some remote possibility, that she might discover them given time.
Finding her way back to Earth just wasn ‟ t possible—unless the fates smiled upon her and she happened to grab a ship with the coordinates already in the computer.
She thought that was unlikely in the extreme, however, even though the thought made her heart leap with hopefulness briefly. There was no getting around the fact that the aliens hadn ‟ t seemed to recognize them as a species familiar to them, and that seemed to indicate they weren ‟ t in the habit of visiting Earth.
On one level, that was comforting. It meant that, aside from the lizard-man who ‟ d captured her, Earth people were relatively safe, but it also meant she had to try to accept that she was never going back. Whatever happened, she was never going to see home or her parents again.
Those thoughts made her feel like crying but, in the scheme of things, she thought that would probably be the most useless excuse for letting down her guard and making herself vulnerable—more vulnerable than she was already.
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Chapter Four
Loren dawdled over her meal, not only because her thoughts were distracting her, but because she was wary of the food and because she hoped the men would tire of staring at her and she could put the tray back near the door for pickup without running the risk of being grabbed and slammed against the bars. Although she made it a point not to look directly at them, however, for fear she ‟ d encourage them, she watched the opening out of the corner of her eye for an opportunity.
Not that any of them appeared to need any sort of encouragement from her! They didn ‟ t seem nearly as interested in their own food as they were in amusing themselves by staring at the
„treat ‟ Lecur had bought them.
Unfortunately, the Hirachi weren ‟ t among those who clustered at her door or shuffled past, craning their necks to get a good look as they did. In point of fact, there wasn ‟ t as much traffic period as there had been the night before. A group of red-skinned aliens elbowed their way to the door and held that position throughout most of her meal, ignoring the attempts of the others to dislodge them.
“You be my woman, little ting, I take
The gladiators probably weren ‟ t any worse than the men that were free to walk around—maybe not even as bad.
It crossed her mind to wonder if there was any chance in hell of getting her hands on one of the ships she ‟ d seen and escaping, but only in a fantasy sense. Getting out when she would have to run the gauntlet of men just panting to get their hands on her and fuck her blind was an insurmountable obstacle as far as she could see. And even if she managed to survive that and get out when she knew the fish-man must have security, there was the space station itself—filled with men. It wasn ‟ t likely a naked female would make it very far—not close enough to a ship to smell freedom.
And then there was the technology of the ships themselves. She didn ‟ t doubt that she could figure out how to fly one, given time, but she wouldn ‟ t get that time. Setting aside every other obstacle, even taking into account that she had some familiarity with some alien technology since she ‟ d spent nearly five years of her life studying it, she didn ‟ t think the odds were in her favor that she would manage to get a ship with technology she already knew and it could take a very long time for her to figure it out if it wasn ‟ t already at least a little familiar.
Even if she could manage all of that, though, she was an engineer, not an astronomer or a cosmologist! How would she find her way home?
She wouldn ‟ t. As sick as that made her, she knew she could never manage that. It was extremely doubtful that she could manage any of her fantasy scenario of escape, but she also knew that there could be some remote possibility, that she might discover them given time.
Finding her way back to Earth just wasn ‟ t possible—unless the fates smiled upon her and she happened to grab a ship with the coordinates already in the computer.
She thought that was unlikely in the extreme, however, even though the thought made her heart leap with hopefulness briefly. There was no getting around the fact that the aliens hadn ‟ t seemed to recognize them as a species familiar to them, and that seemed to indicate they weren ‟ t in the habit of visiting Earth.
On one level, that was comforting. It meant that, aside from the lizard-man who ‟ d captured her, Earth people were relatively safe, but it also meant she had to try to accept that she was never going back. Whatever happened, she was never going to see home or her parents again.
Those thoughts made her feel like crying but, in the scheme of things, she thought that would probably be the most useless excuse for letting down her guard and making herself vulnerable—more vulnerable than she was already.
31
Chapter Four
Loren dawdled over her meal, not only because her thoughts were distracting her, but because she was wary of the food and because she hoped the men would tire of staring at her and she could put the tray back near the door for pickup without running the risk of being grabbed and slammed against the bars. Although she made it a point not to look directly at them, however, for fear she ‟ d encourage them, she watched the opening out of the corner of her eye for an opportunity.
Not that any of them appeared to need any sort of encouragement from her! They didn ‟ t seem nearly as interested in their own food as they were in amusing themselves by staring at the
„treat ‟ Lecur had bought them.
Unfortunately, the Hirachi weren ‟ t among those who clustered at her door or shuffled past, craning their necks to get a good look as they did. In point of fact, there wasn ‟ t as much traffic period as there had been the night before. A group of red-skinned aliens elbowed their way to the door and held that position throughout most of her meal, ignoring the attempts of the others to dislodge them.
“You be my woman, little ting, I take
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