Tarl passed through the corridors of the cargo hold, he was making his daily rounds to make sure none of the crew were helping themselves to the slaves, without permission that is. His steps were heavy and his boots clanged against the metal flooring, all the slaves could hear him as he walked past, he had been known to become to rough with the slaves when he had his way with them, a few he had even killed by accident, due to his short temper and his vulnerable mind.<br/><br/>As he walked on he peered into the cell doors of a few slaves, one girl was crying, she was bare-naked save the metal device on her folds, obviously she was a virgin and the captain intended her to be, he continued to survey the cargo. Another girl was screaming at the top of her lungs! He reached for his shock-baton and slammed it against the door, sparks burst from the end of the baton and Tarl snarled at the girl.<br/><br/>"Shut up you little bitch! Or I'll open your door and beat you senseless!"<br/><br/>He moved on from the screaming girls cell, peering into another he saw one girl with short black hair, she was not screaming or crying like the others, in fact she seemed occupied in thought. Tarl was intrigued and knocked on her door hard.<br/><br/>"You... what is your name?" Tarl grumbled, the orange lights on his visor seemed to glow brighter as he looked at her covered breasts, pushed up as the girl was folding her arms.