As the ship settled into its dock, Ji'Nisa's body tensed. She knew what was next wouldn't be pleasant. The lecherous Imp stood and grabbed her by her right head-tail. She stood, clenching her teeth and inhaling sharply, suppressing a yell with all her mental might as blinding pain became everything she felt as she was pulled along into an upright posture.  "Let's go," he said."<br/>Her vision cleared once he let go and secured a leash to her collar.<br/><br/>This was a familiar ritual to her. He'd drag her upright, leash her, then finally release her hands.<br/>He did, and her hands dropped to her sides, sore, as always. She didn't bother glaring at him anymore, it only meant more pain.<br/>Her eyes pointed themselves at his shoes as her head bowed, but they did not focus. Her mind was elsewhere, going over and over the conversations she'd overheard. The Imp thought her stupid. Thought anything not like him wasn't a true sentient and therefore incapable of comprehending his plans. To him, she was just another sex slave. Another toy.<br/><br/>She'd been waiting for opportunity to knock. A chance to escape. To live again. But Imp base after base, seedy pirate platform after junkheap and now, yet another chopshop. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted out.<br/><br/>Then a knock came on the hatch and she dared look at it.