Danica
DanicaNaked, strapped to a post on the auction block, I suck the blood from my cracked lower lip.
Please let this be quick.
Please let this be quick.The longer I stand up here, trembling and on full display, the greater the chance of some being searching my barcode and discovering I’m wanted.
I guarantee my former master, Akron, put a bounty on my head the moment he realized I escaped. And he doesn’t even know the secret I’m keeping. The one that would spell my death.
Yeah.
So it was escape or die. And I escaped. Briefly.
Three Ocretions walk by, chortling to themselves. One of them slaps my tit and the three roar with laughter. I make my stare blank, like no sentient being is inside my body, as I fiercely pray they won’t stop. Ocretions would know to check my slave barcode a
