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  The two men took turns holding me as they harnessed themselves to a wire, then I too was strapped in and braced against one of them. Cool night air slithered around me as I was lowered to the ground.

  “Careful, careful,” said a rough voice from the window.

  “I am careful,” the man holding me replied.

  “You’re letting her dangle. Grip her tighter.”

  Wind kicked up, and my body shook precariously. I, too, almost shouted an order to be held tighter.

  “Screw you,” he said, his voice hard with rebellion. “If I hold her any tighter, I’ll cut off her air and she’ll die.” The bastard squeezed my breast (purposefully) as he tightened his hold to make a point.

  Feigning a muscle spasm, I slammed my fist into his balls (also purposefully). He howled in pain, a tortured squeak that echoed in my ears.

  “Bitch,” Smashed Balls growled when he caught his breath.

  I think he meant to backhand me, but Expensive Cologne stopped him with a menacing, “Hurt her, and I’ll kill you myself.”

  My captor cursed under his breath. I could hear the wheels turning inside his mind as he decided whether slapping me around would be worth his death. “She busted my nuts.”

  “She’s fucking asleep, you ass-wipe. Let’s just get her out of here before you alert security.”

  “Security is napping.”

  “With all your howling, they won’t sleep much longer.” Pause. “Damn it, now you’re holding her too tightly. She’s turning blue.”

  “Do you hear her complaining?” Smashed Balls snapped.

  “She’s asleep, asshole.” Another burst of wind circled us. “She can’t complain. Release your death grip.”

  “You should have fucking carried her down yourself.”

  When the ground touched my feet, I put no weight on my legs, instead letting them buckle as if I were slumbering peacefully. My captor had to brace my entire weight.

  He grunted. “She’s heavier than she looks.”

  “Or you’re weaker than you look.”

  “Get down here and hold her yourself. And I hope like hell she slams a fist into your nuts,” he added softly.

  I heard the click of metal as Expensive Cologne reached the ground. He liberated me, hefting me into his arms. Immediately he began running, causing my neck, arms, and legs to bounce up and down. They were being paid to keep me unharmed, but at this rate they were going to break me in half. Finally, the three of us reached the getaway vehicle. About that time, a shout sounded in the distance. Lights turned on and illuminated the area.

  “See what you did?” Cologne growled.

  “Fucking hell,” Smashed Balls bellowed. “Drive, just drive.”

  I was chucked unceremoniously into the back seat and left in a heap as the two men jammed themselves beside me. The sound of squealing tires erupted.

  I almost sighed. My abduction was a success. For all of us.

  Chapter

  20

  The car ride proved to be long and tedious. The men, now three in number because of the driver, talked and laughed about my fate.

  “He’s going to do her hard,” one of them said.

  They were talking about Lucius, who was to be my new master. My reaction? Mental eye-roll and gag. The fact that Lucius had already “done” me pretty damn hard didn’t factor into the picture.

  “Lucky bastard,” the driver muttered.

  Rough, scratchy fingers began stroking my jawline, and I almost jerked away from the unwanted touch but managed to restrain myself. Those fingers shifted, tugging at my hair. Several strands popped free, and I watched through cracked lids as the man stealthily slipped them inside his pocket. His movements brought a breeze of clashing scents: excitement, fear, and…roses? How odd. Why did he smell like roses?

  “I’d like to take her for a ride.” The driver laughed crudely. “Yeeehaaaw, baby. Yeehaw.”

  “Who cares about riding her? She’s solid gold.” Awe dripped from Ball’s words. “We could sell her ourselves and split the money. We’d make a shitload more than what we’re being paid now.”

  “Yeah, and we’d also turn up dead in a matter of days.” Cologne. “That kind of puts a damper on spending.”

  Driver: “Exactly. Don’t even joke about selling her. Wayne would kill us with his Mec voodoo.”

  Balls snorted. “I’m not afraid of that other-worlder bastard.” The undertone of apprehension in his voice belied his brave claim.

  Honest to God, I’d be doing the universe a favor if I slit each one of their throats. And I just might do it once I offed EenLi. How long did they expect me to sleep? How long did I have to listen to this crap without reaction? I kept my lashes cracked slightly open, trying to catch glimpses of the landscape outside. First I saw only night sky, but trees soon came into view. Their branches were bare.

  Finally the car eased to a stop. Cologne gently lifted me out and carted me into a small, dark building. A residence? A business? I couldn’t tell. There were no surrounding houses, no signs. No telltale sounds. Moonlight danced upon the roof, spilling over and dripping onto the dry, brittle grass.

  “Get her inside and put her with the others,” the driver said.

  “I know what to do.”

  With the others? That meant they hadn’t been sold yet. They could be saved. Excitement unfurled inside me.

  My captor pushed the front door open with a booted kick, not bothering with an ID box. Great security. Inside, I heard the creak of old wood, then the grate of rusty iron. My arms and legs flopped up and down as Cologne descended a flight of stairs. The air became cold and dank, musky. In the distance, I heard the rattle of chains and female moans.

  My excitement fizzled when I realized I, too, would be placed in chains. I, too, would be made a slave. How could I willingly, no matter the reason, allow this to happen? I asked myself again. If something went wrong…If Lucius…

  No. No! I would not panic. This was the plan. I’d willingly—wholeheartedly—agreed to this, knowing what would happen. Lucius wouldn’t fail. I wouldn’t fail. I had my knives, and I knew how to defend myself. I was going to be okay.

  This was the only way to find EenLi. This was the only way to find what magnetic device he used for interworld travel. This was the only way to save all the others who had been taken as slaves. I would not back out now.

  “How long do you think she’ll be here?” Balls asked from behind Cologne.

  “Not sure.”

  “Do you think we could—”

  “No.”

  “You didn’t even hear what I—”

  “No.”

  Balls stalked in front of Cologne. Scowling, he inserted a key inside a lock then pushed open metal doors. The hinges screeched in protest.

  “Out of my way, bitch.” Balls kicked a woman who huddled on the floor.

  More chains rattled together. Feet shuffled; women whimpered. My determination to see this through intensified. I’d failed to save the two humans EenLi and his men had raped inside that warehouse, but I would save these women.

  “Why can’t you leave them alone?” Cologne growled. “You’re going to bruise them.”

  “We’re not to harm the Raka. These bitches don’t matter.”

  “They’re to be sold, too. They matter. Maybe I need to talk to Wayne about your attitude.”

  Balls shuddered. “You do that, and I’ll kill you.”

  I was laid on a cold floor. My wrists were taken in a warm, callused clasp before being clamped in cold shackles. The heavy metal bit into my skin. So much for keeping me unharmed. My wrists would be raw within the hour.

  “Let’s go,” Cologne said. “We’ve got to call Wayne and let him know she’s here.”

  Balls hesitated. I think he was considering squeezing my breasts or between my legs, but he thought better of it. The two men left, their bickering voices fading into the distance. I didn’t reveal my wakefulness, however. I remained exactly where I was, still and quiet, listening,
waiting. I felt curious stares boring into me. How would the women react to me? What would they say? Minutes later, my patience was rewarded.

  “I hate that man,” a woman spat.

  “We all do,” several chimed in dispiritedly.

  Footsteps slapped against the concrete floor; chains dragged and rattled. The scent of roses drifted to my nostrils just before a warm leg pressed against mine, offering me body heat. Roses. Like Balls. I knew what that meant.

  “Poor thing,” said the woman who justifiably hated Smashed Balls.

  “We’re all poor things,” another, more embittered female voice retorted.

  “Have you ever seen so much gold?”

  “They’ll cut it off her soon enough,” Embittered said. “If they don’t screw it off her first.”

  They sympathized with me, already saw me as one of them. A slave to be raped and sold. That was good. I moaned to let them know I was “waking up.” Instantly conversation ceased, and a heavy silence grew. I slowly cracked open my eyes then, and eased to a sitting position. The chains were heavy, weighing down my wrists and ankles. The woman beside me watched my every movement, her big blue eyes widening. She was a pretty little thing with delicate bones and long shiny blond hair.

  “Hello,” she said warily.

  I cast my gaze through the cell—and that’s exactly what it was, a ten-by-ten prison cell—cataloging and memorizing every detail. There were five women, no men. They were young, about eighteen to twenty, and human, dressed in costumes usually seen on the streets of Whore’s Corner. Like me, they had their wrists and ankles chained. The length of our binds allowed for a stroll around the entire cell. Just not out of it.

  A table piled high with meats, bread, and pitchers of water took up one wall. At least the ladies weren’t meant to starve. There was even a toilet on the opposite end of the cell, but no screen or door for privacy.

  The only heat provided against the cold dank air was a multitude of thick blankets—all of which were taken. Not that I needed one. I’d endured worse things than cold air. My search continued, and I spotted the far wall etched with a multitude of lines. The number of days they’d been here? A wave of anger rocked me, that these girls were so young, so innocent. I hoped like hell the isotope I’d injected was doing its job, helping Lucius track me here.

  Did he even know I’d been taken yet?

  Hopefully I wouldn’t have to wait for my “sale.” I wanted to do some killing ASAP.

  “Don’t be scared,” the blonde said, her tone gentle. “Has anyone told you why you’re here?”

  “We’re being sold to other-worlders as slaves,” Embittered informed me. She was the only redhead.

  “Other-worlders?” I forced myself to gasp—forced myself not to scoot closer in anticipation of her answer. “On other planets?”

  The timid one gulped and nodded.

  I clasped my throat, as if in fear. “How?”

  “It’s not painful,” she rushed to assure me. “They’ll strap a collar around your neck that somehow produces a wind. One minute you’ll be on Earth, and the next you won’t, but it doesn’t hurt. I promise.”

  A necklace…God, a necklace! Excitement rushed through me, more potent than before, and oh, so exhilarating. Romeo had strapped on a necklace before heading for the clearing. It all made sense now. According to Colin, for any type of interworld travel to be possible, a magnetic strip had to be held close to the body. What better way to hide a magnet close to the body than jewelry?

  “Do you still have the necklace?” I asked.

  “No.” She shook her head, dancing pale tendrils of hair around her shoulders. “Why?”

  The metal door ground open, and a man stalked inside our cell, saving me from a response. The women immediately hunched toward the wall, cowering. Even the redhead, who had showed the most spirit, backed away in fear. I hadn’t seen this man before. He had dark hair, a plain face. He was tall, well muscled, and radiated a menacing air. I arched a regal brow.

  He tossed a blanket at me. “Don’t get sick,” he commanded, “or I’ll make you sorry you were ever born.”

  “Believe me, the smell of your breath is already making me sorry I was born.”

  Several feminine gasps filled my ears.

  His green eyes narrowed. “Better watch how you talk to me, girl. I can make your stay here seem like a trip into hell.” He smiled smugly. “Just ask the others.”

  “Oh yeah?” I didn’t like how fearful the women were of him. It made me think he’d done bad things to them, horrible things. It made me want to hurt him. “Well, I can chop off your balls and feed them to you. What do you think of that?”

  Growling low in his throat, he moved toward me. Only three steps in, he remembered his boss’s orders not to harm me and stopped. He stood in place, fists clenching, emerald eyes sparking with the need to teach me a lesson. To subdue and overpower me. Finally he stormed out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind him.

  The women stared at me in silence for a long while.

  The blonde finally gasped out, “He could have killed you. Raped you. Beaten you. He…likes that,” she admitted, a shameful edge to the words. Color brightened her cheeks, so vivid she appeared feverish.

  “Yes,” I said with a nod, “he could have done all of those things, but he would not have emerged unscathed.” I wanted so badly to help them and take away their pain. I couldn’t. Not yet. So I did for them what I could. I tried to teach them what to do if the bastard ever came near them again. “Never let a man see you cower. If he knows he’s stronger than you, he’ll always attack. It’s male nature. Fight them. With words, with your fists. Slam your palm into his nose. Poke his eyes. Don’t be afraid to hurt him. He isn’t afraid to hurt you.”

  “But…but…”

  “You may lose,” I said, “but I swear to you he’ll always think twice before he comes after you again.”

  “Unless he kills you,” the redhead added. She sounded wistful.

  Whatever was required, I was getting these women out of here.

  Chapter

  21

  I didn’t have a long wait until my summons.

  Within an hour, two men entered the cell to get me. Expensive Cologne and Smashed Balls. How lovely. A reunion.

  “Time to go, sweetheart,” Cologne said. Curiously eager, he unchained me and tried to help me to my feet.

  I slapped his hand away and stood on my own.

  He frowned when he spied the puffy red scuff marks on my wrists and ankles.

  “You should have told me you have such delicate skin,” he scolded.

  “When should I have told you? Before you abducted me? While I was sleeping?” Idiot.

  “There’s going to be trouble for this,” he muttered.

  “Too bad for you.”

  Frowning, he shook his head. “I liked you better when you were asleep.”

  “Well, I never liked you.” He might be the kindest of all of the guards, but that didn’t make him any less of a slaver.

  He sighed and waved me over. “Come on.”

  “Why?” I remained where I was. “Where are you taking me?”

  “Shut your mouth!” Smashed Balls shouted. “You don’t ask questions. You just follow orders.”

  Still I remained stubbornly in place.

  “We need to get you cleaned up.” Cologne motioned with his fingers again. “Come.”

  “They’re taking you to the bathroom to give you a shower,” the blonde whispered.

  “They like to watch,” the redhead added defiantly, her voice loud and echoing.

  Balls stomped a menacing step toward her, his intent to slap her evident by the raising of his palm. Eyes narrowed, I jumped in front of him. His arm stilled.

  “I’m ready.” I straightened my shoulders. “Lead the way.”

  He flicked the redhead a you’ll-pay glare and spun on his heel. I followed him out of the cell, and Cologne took up the rear. They were so confident in their abilities an
d strengths that they didn’t blindfold me or even try to hide their identities. Idiots, I thought again.

  Though I remained on alert, I cast my gaze over my surroundings. Without a doubt, we were underground. Water dripped from the ceiling and dirt lined the floors. The only light sprang from thin bulbs that hung from equally thin wires.

  My mind raced with strategies. They planned to watch me shower; I planned to thwart them. But how? They could overpower me by sheer numbers. They could even stun me with a pyre-gun, then clean, molest, or rape me without my being able to protest. That raised the question of why hadn’t they stunned me already. Why hadn’t they stunned me to bring me here?

  Time, I realized in the next instant. A stun lasted twenty-four hours. They must need my cooperation for…what? My hands clenched at my sides, but I never slowed my step. I lifted my chin, remaining alert as we entered the foyer of the home. Cologne and Smashed Balls stopped to chat with the three men cleaning and vacuuming, preparing the room for…a visitor? For Lucius?

  Would he arrive soon to purchase me? My knees almost buckled in relief with the possibility. EenLi would be here, too. Having watched him for weeks, I knew he oversaw all transactions personally. This could all be over in a matter of hours. The possibility was so wonderful that it seemed too good to be true. Surreal, even.

  Amid the men’s chatter about what the women in the cell needed, I finished my study of the room. There was a spacious living area off to the side, complete with couch, a large holoscreen, and several plush velvet chairs. Empty beer bottles littered a rectangular coffee table. Though there were no windows, lace curtains draped a section of the wall, giving the illusion of glass.

  Very domestic and cozy.

  Strong male hands gently pushed me forward. “Walk,” Cologne said, his conversation with the others finished.

  I followed Balls down the hall. Plain, dingy yellow walls closed in around me. They were devoid of any decoration, probably so that the slaves wouldn’t have access to a makeshift weapon. There were four doors at the end of the hallway. One of them led into a small, cramped bathroom, which was the room we entered. It had brown plaster walls, a splintered floor. An enzyme spray hose slithered from the far wall, and a toilet pushed against the side.