“Comonnn’! Listen! Hey! You don’t have to do this. It was a misunderstanding! How long have you been here? It’s been over 4 years for me.” The voice that rang out in desperation, loud and full of fear, came from a petite and dirty little thing. Two guard were dragging her toward her new cozy, temporary home, a holding cell. “I was supposed to get out today, you’d have done the same thing! He tacked on 8 more months!! Please don’t do this.. please.” Resilience has always been the thing that kept her alive all these years, it was clear by looking at her face that begging hurt her just as much as the men gripping her did.<br/><br/><br/>You didn’t have to look close to see the wet trails of tears that bubbled over the edges of her eyes and left their path through the dirt and grease of her face.<br/><br/><br/>If she wasn’t kicking her legs, the tips of her boots were dragging on the ground. A guard on each side, holding her by her bent and cuffed arms behind her back. This was not how Dova imagined she’d spend the day she was promised freedom. Being someone’s slave was bad enough, but when they kept adding in weeks and months and found reasons to keep you in their collar, it would have made anyone snap.<br/><br/><br/>It only took her a millisecond, after hearing she owed him more time, to pull the gun on Kossack. It took less time for a baton to send a shock through her system and drop her. Dumb girl should have expected it.<br/><br/><br/>She just wanted to go home. Back to Endel farms. Back to her family. Take back the last five years of grueling hours working on whatever junk was thrown at her. Dova missed the simple life on Chandrila, the warm fields and the flowers that took over every spring. If she stopped and concentrated hard enough, she could even imagine the smell of the bee hives, full of honey.<br/><br/><br/>That’s not what she smelled now. The prison she entered smelled like mildew and rust and piss. Dova struggled more, getting a cackle from the masked Devaronian guard and a heavy shake into place from the other Rodian holding her. Panic was settling in and washed away the pity for herself she was feeling. The first attempt to shove her in the cell resulted in both of her legs on either side of the frame, pushing as hard as she could. She yelled out to help exert more force into her legs.<br/><br/><br/>That ended quicker than she’d hoped. Another shock hit her, and if her body wasn’t trying to regain control from the waves of electricity, Dova would have sworn the baton was turned up a little too high.<br/><br/><br/>Before she could even process who hit her and who was tossing her into the damp and filthy cell, the door was slammed shut and the guard were mumbling to each other as they walked away. Emptiness followed the echoes of their voices and it took the girl all she had to not fill the hollow space with sounds of her crying. It was dark and Dova couldn’t be sure if she was alone.<br/><br/><br/>Mumbling to herself would do instead. Mumbling obscenity’s and threats toward everyone that manhandled her today helped a bit more.<br/><br/><br/>Her overalls still had little tools hidden in tiny pockets, and there was probably most of a small handheld grinder in her pouch. But her hands were still chained behind her. Dova stood up and started to try and rub and bash the cuff into the metal bars that surrounded her, determined to not spend another day here. Occasionally blowing the dirty hair that had fell loose from the struggle, from her face. This would be her last day held prisoner to anyone named Bogard.