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take charge of the merchandise. They would put us on a raised platform one by one and people would bid on us. Whoever was the highest bidder would then win.”
    “I do not think this will work that way,” Garja replied. “I believe there are some buyers onboard. Most will be sending in bids through subspace communication. The Silarin lied and said the Sandaki had allowed them to use their space. Many did not believe this. After the auction, we will be flown to a prearranged destination and handed over.”
    “This is so bullshit,” Laira cut them off. “We’re standing here chatting as if talking about a shoe sale. Fuck, we’re the shoes being sold.”
    “What do you think our plans should be?” Isha asked as she leaned against a wall. “Laira, this is our fate. You knew this from the first day. Why do you still rebel against it?”
    “Because I’ll be damned if I give up without a fight. There has to be something we can do.”
    The four sat together and watched as, one by one, a guard led the women away. Laira twirled a piece of her hair absently as her brain raced through possible escape scenarios. All of them required weapons and some knowledge of how to fly the ship, so unless Santa was about to arrive and give her the best present ever they were all stuck. She ground her teeth as she began to jiggle her leg. There had to be some way to stop this. Because if not, it meant she would be sold and sent to someone who could do whatever it wanted with her. She felt bile rise as she imagined something worse than a Silarin. The thought was incomprehensible and damn scary.
    She glanced at her friends and realized that
,
even if she did work up a plan
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they weren’t up to executing it. Each woman was glassy-eyed and very much out of it.If they were to escape, it was going to be up to her to do it. Great. Her new body was wonderful and strong, but she doubted she could toss all three women over her shoulders and run. The picture of it in her mind made her giggle. Shit, she needed to get a hold of herself.
    A Silarin approached and pointed toward Laira. It motioned her toward the door at the far side of the room. The door all the other women had gone through and not returned. She thought about ignoring it, but why? She would have to go anyway. Better to cooperate and figure something out later. She hugged each of her friends then followed the alien.
    “You will make a good sale for us,” it grunted at her.
    “Fuck you.”
    It grabbed the small bit of fabric she wore and ripped it off. Before she could argue, it opened a door and shoved her into a dark room. The whole situation was just one more indignity to add to the list against the Silarin. One day, no matter what it took, she was going to so use her limited Tae Bo skills and just kick the shit out of these people.
    A bright light came on and moved slowly over her body. The room she found herself in was fairly small and completely empty. She looked around, wondering if this was the auction. If so, where were the people? She moved back as a chair slid up from the floor. Maybe the Silarin couldn’t take the chance of the slaves getting close to the people bidding. She wondered if a bidder had been hurt in the past. If so, good, those people deserved whatever they got.
    “Sit on the chair,” a mechanical voice ordered.
    She smirked. Yeah, like she was falling for that. There was no way they were getting her ass in that chair unless someone came in to put it there. Damn, she hoped so. She wanted a shot at one of the assholes responsible for everything that had happened to her. She may not be able to fly the ship, nor was she a ninja, but she just wanted one opportunity to punch someone in the face. Just one time. She didn’t care what happened after that. She just wanted to make a Silarin understand what pain and humiliation was.
    “Sit down,” the voice ordered again.
    “Hell, no,” she said with a hand on her hip. “Come on in, and make me.”
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