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Lily dozed on hard ground, where she’d spent the past forty-eight hours being taken multiple times by each and every one of the eighteen human rebels. She hadn’t resisted—she knew better than that. Instead, her mind had drifted off to her “safe place”—the one with rainbow-hued light beaming through crystals onto her skin, rejuvenating her, healing her. This was how she’d survived since the day she’d been placed into s****l servitude.
The humans who had taken turns on her had smaller c***s than Ocretions, so she hadn’t torn or suffered physically. Not that she’d know if she had—numbness inhabited every limb.
The sound of an airship forced her onto her hands and knees, and she staggered to her feet. One of the rebels grabbed her elbow and propelled her forward, toward the landing craft.
