Taru kept her breathing slow and
low to make him think she was asleep. In truth, she was
well-rested. Worse, she needed to stretch her legs. Take a look
around this base to see what it had readily at-hand. Memorize
where things were located. When the door closed, and she
didn’t sense him remaining inside the room, she opened her eyes.
Sitting up, she stared at the portal with a sense of regret. She
didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what might be going
through his head. Kirby had paid good cred to bring her here.
That much she knew from what her seller had told her, and then
after overhearing her captors talk about what they’d demanded in
payment to ship fifteen females to the mining colony. The image of him emerging from
the bedroom after his shower floated in her mind’s eye. His
jumpsuit hung around his waist, his upper torso bared as he
strode in to join her. His skin glowed from the massaging spray,
and she’d been taken aback by the sight of his wide chest and
well-defined muscles. She hadn’t expected to discover he was
built like a male Gyra warrior, and the thought of his initial
intent on bringing her here resurfaced. She knew what would be expected
of her when she arrived. At best, she’d become a sex slave to
the whims of her owner. Although that probability disgusted her,
she kept reminding herself she’d do what she must to survive in
order to find a way off the moon where she could hopefully
contact one of her ships and be rescued. That had initially been her plan.
However, it was the off-hand remark from one of her captors,
right before she was sealed inside the container, when they
believed she was unconscious, that worried her. “Those miners got some serious
creds on ‘em. Hell, if they can cough up thirty-six thousand
apiece without blinking an eye, who knows what they could be
sitting on? They don’t go nowhere. They’re pretty much tied to
that rock they’re drilling on. Betcha if we took a good look,
we’d find enough lying around to put us in the clear for several
solar years.” “How are we going to get a look
around? You know that place has to be well-guarded. For shit
sake, they’re drilling argasstium! That alone means they gotta
have the armament to defend the place in case someone tries to
attack!” There was the sound of a snort.
“Don’t worry. I got it taken care of. They ain’t gonna know what
hit ‘em until it’s too late. Trust me on this. Those miners are
done for. And by the time the drilling company sends someone
over to find out why they’re not answering their comm or
producing any ore, ain’t a single one of ‘em is gonna be left
alive.” Taru stared at the door. She’d
been sealed inside her container before she was able to hear
anything else being said, but she knew why those men had spoken
so blatantly in front of her. They believed they had complete
impunity. She was Gyra. Therefore, these New Terran miners
wouldn’t believe a word of what she told them, even if she
discovered their intent. What enraged her more was knowing
that whatever those men had planned, the loss of life was
minimal to them. Including those of the females they shipped
over there. “We are being used for something,
but for what?” she murmured. The thought of Kirby dying
flashed through her mind, and she immediately felt a deep sense
of regret. Those other miners meant nothing to her. Even though
none of them had treated her with anger, or raised a fist to
her, they still regarded her as the enemy. “But not Kirby,” she emphasized.
“He has protected me. He has stood up for me.” But he is the enemy! She couldn’t argue that. “If I
tell him what I know, he will believe me.” You know that for certain? “Yes. I do. But if he tells the
others, chances are they will not.” But what if they do believe him?
What if they fortify themselves, and are able to ward off
whatever those men had planned? You know where you will end up.
Right where you are now. A sex slave to a New Terran. A
plaything. A vessel for his enjoyment. Nothing more. The vision of his physique
flashed again before her. “I cannot believe that,” she
argued with herself. “Maybe those men will allow me to roam this
base as a way of showing their gratitude.” As soon as she said
the words, Taru automatically shook off that idea. “Kirby would.
Those men would not.” Another possibility came to her.
“What if I go ahead and let Kirby take me physically? And then I
let him know about what those men are planning? And he offers me
my freedom after they are defeated?” You know he will not let you go
after you have proven how valuable you are to them! All her arguments had substance.
All her propositions were as ethereal as smoke. Yet there
remained the one single question. “Do I tell him what I heard?” The image of Kirby lying still,
his lifeblood flowing out of him as he struggled to take his
last breath, filled her with an anxiety she’d never felt before. |