She watches the five of them play in their circles. All of them forcing the young broken girl to do a plethora of things she did not want to, punishing her any time she resisted even slightly. As much as she hates seeing her in this much pain or forced into sexual acts against her will Samantha never utters a sound, never twitches a muscle. She is standing now in her cage docile and compliant. Wondering how such sadistic people could find each other so easily.<br/><br/>She was intrigued by the girl called Daio, she seemed even more composed than Samantha herself and she was already naked. She had heard them speaking and mentioning how the girls were communal property. The thought nauseated her, she wondered why she was still here and had not been sold like the others. Maybe they had simply kept her because she had been the most compliant of her crewmates. They all had militant training and she did not, so she was most certainly not a threat.<br/><br/>She continued to absorb each and every move and action of the ship’s crew. Her big brown eyes picking up every detail as it was committed to memory, never giving away the feelings she had. It seemed all three of them were deeply mentally disturbed. They needed serious professional help, and to be locked away for life. Somehow though, she knew out here, no one would help, no one would come and she and these other two slave girls were doomed.<br/>