<strong>"I understand."</strong>Amira whispered, more terrified of the thought of being turned over to the Imperials than to be in Jabba's tender care.  She grunted as she was yanked to her feet, but kept her eyes downcast.  She remained still, letting the gamorrean pig fondle her full breast.  Now was not the time to fight, she would cut off his hand later.  She suddenly shuddered, realizing those were the thoughts that lead to the dark side.  Ignore them, be above them, she would get through this.