She’d almost managed to escape twice so far when her captors had brought food to their cage on the ship that had brought them to the alien planet. She was pretty sure that’s why Gohl and his men had waited to sell her last, knowing she was a fighter. Those women had whimpered and cried while they’d been examined and sold one at a time.
Shanna had watched in horror as the other five women had been sold to big, long-haired men who resembled the all-brawn-and-no-brain types. Hours ago they’d landed on some red planet to be auctioned off. She’d been terrified, sure, but mostly she was killing mad. She’d watched the other five women completely fall apart when Gohl had introduced himself to them, explained why they were taken and what lay in store for them. Shanna had been taken by three alien assholes who were selling her and the other women as sex slaves on some distant planet. They’d been driving along a lonely stretch of road, they’d blown a tire, and then they’d been snatched by aliens, knocked out with the funky-smelling drug, only to awaken in hell. The next time she’d woken, she’d found herself locked in a cage with five other human women with the same story. She’d smelled a horrible stench as she kicked and clawed until everything had gone black in long seconds. The alien asshole had grabbed her, snatched her right off the pavement, and had put something over her mouth. She’d gotten out of her car after pulling to the side of the road to check out the damage, her cell phone in hand to call for a tow truck, but in the next instant he’d been there. Five days ago Shanna had been driving home from work at 2:20 in the morning when something had caused her front passenger tire to blow out.
Not property for you to sell to some asshole to be a sex toy.” Gohl was a six-foot-two alien with long blond, ratty hair and pointed ears. She was terrified, she hurt and she was tired but she wasn’t going to stop fighting until they either killed her or she managed to break free. “You don’t have any idea who the hell you’re screwing with,” she yelled at him. His teeth were yellowed, sharp, and his black eyes looked furious as he glared at her.
“You call this tame? You said human females were docile but she fights.” The black-haired one she’d kicked growled again, turning to face the blond alien that Shanna held totally responsible for her predicament. He growled, backing up, and his large hand rubbed the spot she hit. She nailed the son of a bitch in the thigh. As one of the alien men lunged forward again, trying to grab her, she screamed in rage and swung out her right leg to kick. Her wrists hurt but she ignored the pain caused by her attempt to twist free of the manacles securing her. Shanna glared at the frightening large aliens who surrounded her.
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