you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Yeah, he enjoyed looking. He let the jailbreak quib fall to the wayside and grilled her about her past instead. She grimaced, but as sharp as her tongue was when she was uncontested, she'd been dealt enough pain to think twice about disobeying a direct order. The look in his eyes told her he was serious. When he leaned closer, she knew she was in trouble. He may have seemed like a pushover in the den, but he was all business now. She assumed he was scouting out her weakness, how easily she would roll over, and give him what she wanted.


“I was born to slavers.” Yeah, her dad had probably fucked her at some point, but she never did know which of her slavers he was. “And raised by them. My mother made me escape-” yup, she glossed right over that “-and from what I understand, Lord Oleander essentially brought me with the expense of his healing skills. So, the Armada owns me now.” She spread out a paw, and instantly regretted it when pain spasmed across her shoulder and back. She let out a slow breath. Better to get this over and done with. “So if your looking for a fuck, you need look no further, your shiny toy is right here.”