<span style="color: #ff8000">"Father you are an impossible, horrible, idiotic man! You cannot and will not keep me all cooped up into this ridiculous pen of yours. I will find my way out of here, one way or another! Why don't you just agree, and give me some guards and let me fucking do whatever I want! It's not like the world still believes I'm this pure little thing you have that you can marry off like one of your fucking slaves!"</span><br/><br/><a class="externalLink" href="http://img00.deviantart.net/f952/i/2014/088/1/2/a_babe_by_pheberoni-d7c5t29.jpg" target="_blank">Valda</a>let herself fall backwards into her chair, crossing her arms in an annoying display of a typical sulking teenage girl. With her dark brown, curly hair that reached almost to her midrif she nearly looked like a spoiled princess. Especially since she was wearing the most expensive red robes, adorned with golden thread and small red diamonds from the planet Zazur. Even her necklace screamed of extravagance, one the woman didn't earn herself and definitely did not deserve by the looks her father was giving her. Despite the awful attitude, her orange specked eyes demanded attention, and her breasts almost spilling over in her close-hugging outfit didn't leave anything for the imagination either. No wonder her father was so disappointed, she looked more like an expensive harlot than the daughter of a slave trader really. As one of her dark brown locks fell in front of her face, she managed to blow it up back up where it belongs whilst her father continued to ignore his daughters pleas.<br/><br/><span style="color: #660000">"First of all I demand that you speak like a noble and not like some filthy commoner. Second of all, wherever you go, alone or with company, with our permission or not, you manage to disgrace not only yourself, us, but also the family name! Therefore, you are not and will not ever be allowed to leave this solar system unless you managed to convince us you've learned to behave appropriately."</span><br/><br/>Valda's mother was fuming. Her words were rolling like spitfire out of her mouth as she began her tirade against her daughter. Nevertheless, her dear husband shushed her to silence as he sat upright into his<a class="externalLink" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d4/fc/04/d4fc046a46defd10f6101ffd4b7d29a5.jpg" target="_blank">golden decorated chair</a>. He shifted his crown of laurels to its right position on his head and signaled for his wife to take her place next to him. All the while, Valda was behaving like the spoiled little brat she was, slapping the offered bowl of canape's out of the poor servants hands.<br/><br/><span style="color: #660000">"Valda... I am warning you..."</span><br/><br/>The young Nubian beauty continued to ignore her mother and stared towards the closed curtains with a borish look upon her face. It was at that moment that the red shimmering drapes got pulled up by the servants, revealing the inner circle of their fighting pit. It wasn't an enormous arena, the fights for the true colosseum were days away. That would be a spectacle her father had been planning for months now, traders all over the galaxy were trekking far and wide to view the mutts her father had procured and bred in the past year. No, tonight was a show her father only gave to those he wanted to impress the most. Those who could almost match his fortune in gold and lives, those who she knew he was going to gamble with and make them lose all that they own.<br/><br/>Valda let her eyes glide over the beautifully crafted marble statues of Neptune and Mars that were adorning the pit in the middle. Around the statues was a circle of about 20 meters wide, stopped by a ring of massive golden stones. The<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.artvalue.com/image.aspx?PHOTO_ID=1025430" target="_blank">enormous pillars</a>that were holding<a class="externalLink" href="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5189/14017553252_c9fdf9d7c8_b.jpg" target="_blank">the roof</a>of this room were spread wide around the halls. The young noble could see pitts like the one before her in between every 4 pillars in the massive dungeons of Alvar Kaimana, the greatest Slave trader of the Galaxy.<br/><br/>Speaking of which, she could hear the gongs being sounded throughout the halls, and the spectators that were invited were gasping for breath as the beasts were being led into their fighting pits. Before the girl could even begin to wonder at which great mutt her father had picked out for the honour of fighting before him, she shrieked in agony. It seemed his silence had been nothing more than the enjoyment of waiting to see the horror upon his daughter face.<br/><br/>The mutt ordered to fight against the best warrior of her father's richest business partner was her own pet. She'd had him for only a few days, and had been trying to train him as best as she could. She was so proud of her own first slave, especially because it was her fucking ticket out of this dreadful mansion, and off to a different galaxy. But now her father...<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"How could you!"</span><br/><br/>She shrieked, but one of the servants got beckoned to be closer, carrying a golden gag-chain in his hands as he shivered of fear before the young lady.<br/><span style="color: #808080"><br/>
"M-my l-lady... I-I-I've been... Been ordered to put t-this on you if y-you continue to d-d-displease your father with those s-sounds.. S-so please be quiet..."</span><br/><br/>Valda nearly ripped the gold laqaur of<a class="externalLink" href="http://firstscene.co.nz/sites/default/files/2957_picture.jpg" target="_blank">the chair</a>she was sitting in as she contained herself as best as she could, forced to watch her precious, ridiculously expensive pet being torn apart by a beast nearly twice its size. She hated her father. She hated this place. And she fucking hated that<a class="externalLink" href="http://img13.deviantart.net/bf41/i/2014/229/5/f/3d_creature_design__the_alien_rock_grubber_by_jsmarantz-d7vmkba.jpg" target="_blank">Ikronanian monster</a>that was going to fight her Shak'arg. If she wasn't so angry, she could almost be close to crying now. Nevertheless, she was forced to endure it. Especially listening to her gloating father opening the festivities with a speech, before he would start the fights.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>