Page 1 of Gemini
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Oh, Wendy, Wendy, Wendy…
Wendy
My wrist hurt as I tried to pull my arms free from the scratchy string holding them together at my back.
I forced my eyes open, fighting against the strain and exhaustion, letting my sight adjust to the darkness of the night. People—men—chatted and cheered just a few feet behind me in the otherwise mostly silent forest.
Where were we? I was supposed to—
I jolted, eyes now wide as I scanned my surroundings.
The shuttle was attacked.
We crashed.
I was supposed to meet my…husband.
Shit!
I turned my head, trying to look over my shoulder and past the tree I was bound to. A fire and a group of men eating around it. Narrowing my gaze to try and see their faces better, I realized that none of them were part of the shuttle crew.
Double shit.
My feet were tied too. They really did take every precaution to prevent any possible escape.
I grunted, pulling harder and harder, scratching my skin raw from the burn of the string as I tried to break free, only to freeze with a gasp as someone approached.
All the blood drained from my face when the scarred man crouched in front of me, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Oh, Wendy, Wendy, Wendy…Stop hurting yourself, will you?”
“Let mego,” I forced out.
“You know I can’t do that. You’re valuable. Like all women coming from your colony.”
I spat at his face and he scoffed, wiping it with the back of his hand.
“You’re far from home,” he said, shaking his hand. “I wasn’t gonna let such an opportunity slip through my fingers. You sex-craved women never leave your little dens, after all.Well, except when you are bought by powerful men.”
My throat dried out. My sister had been one of them, happily leaving just a year ago to become a sex worker in one of those fancy space hotels. She wrote to me every month, telling me how good life was over there. Howobsessedmen had become over her. How satisfied she was now.
It was hard for women like us—being born on a planet that didn’t suit human life, we were given supplements from a young age and until we reachedpuberty. Said supplements also fucked with our hormones and made us…horny. Until it sometimes ached.
Men from all over the galaxy traveled to our colony. Our brothels were the most proficient and men spent fortunes hoping to bring one of us back with them.
But most of us never left.
We were protected on our planet.Ourmen protected us from the others.
The man in front of me—George Falcon—was forbidden to land on my colony after he tried stealing a couple of my friends. After he hadabusedthem. It was hard to abuse women that were ninety-five percent of the time willing to give you a good time. But he had beaten and bruised their bodies. Broken their spirit.
And now…he had gotten me.
“Where were you headed, hm?” he asked, sliding a rough hand to the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly. “That was a fancy shuttle you traveled in.”
“None of your damnbusiness.”
