This ongoing sci-fi series will contain non-consensual elements.
We were all riding a high as we celebrated in the dinning room. One of the crew had gotten into Orton's wine store, and we were all having a drink to celebrate.
"So we attached the bomb, and all hell broke loose," Dex said, retelling the story again for the crew.
Everybody was in good spirits and were telling jokes. This time I was being included, and was happy to tell my side of the events for all those who asked. It felt like I was part of the crew now.
Delphine came by and told us all that we were on course for a planet called Alpha Giraad. There we would restock, and do other essential things. She also took me aside and told me that we could go and speak to a doctor to ask about my memory loss. I wasn't looking forward to it but it had to be done.
Juno was awake, but she was resting, confined to her quarters. Delphine said, that she was keen to thank everyone, but she needed her rest. It felt like Delphine was worried about any after effects of the collar.
We continued to drink and have fun once she left. I felt happy that Juno was onboard. I was keen to apologize for my behaviour from before. As I thought about her, it hit me. She wasn't the only person we had picked up. There had been the servant Procter.
I hadn't seen him when myself and Dex ran aboard. If anyone knew about my past it would be him.
Across the room I could see Tyrus, he was holding court with his men. He would know.
There were laughing loudly and sharing stories. As I approached them they quietened down and Tyrus gave me a quick look up and down.
"Are you coming to say thanks?" he asked, a little smugly.
I shook my head, and asked about Procter.
"We had to lock him in a laundry room. He kept trying to get back onto the dock."
"Can I speak with him?" I asked.
Tyrus huffed, and said maybe later.
"I'd like to speak to him now," I said, a bit more sternly.
He relented and told me to follow him.
"You don't get to order me about," Tyrus said, as we walked through the corridors. "There is a pecking order, and you have to learn your place."
"And where is my place?"
"Below me," he snickered.
I didn't want to engage him, but he had a way of getting under my skin. Everyone else in the crew were friendly and respectful. Tyrus just like to tease and needle me at every opportunity. The wine that I had drank made me a little bolder, and my mouth a little looser.
"That's never going to happen."
"Oh, it will," he said. "You think your'e the first girl in this crew to say no to me?"
As we reached our destination, he turned to me. "Won't be long before you're in my bed."
All I could do was to shake my head in frustration. Anything I said to him, he just ignored and turned it around on me. It was pointless trying to get through.
There was a little window on the door. I looked in and could see Procter sitting on a pile of laundry.
"You need me to come in?" Tyrus asked, condescendingly, as he unlocked the door.
"I think I'll be okay."
As I went to open the door he reached out and stopped my arm. "One more thing," he said. "I have to search you."
"What?" I asked, not really understanding what he meant.
"New rule. Delphine's orders. Last time we had one who killed himself. We can't have that again."
He was right, I remembered the chef who grabbed the gun and shot himself. I wasn't wearing my gun though. All I had on was my trouser suit with the zip up top. I made a show of patting down the skin tight material.
"I don't have anything."
He shrugged. "Orders."
He was enjoying it. I had no doubt Delphine had given the order, but he could see I had no weapons.
"Arms out," he said, with a grin.
With a sigh I did as I was told. He checked my pockets first, and after finding nothing he ran his hands across both of my arms. Then he took great pleasure in sliding them down my sides.
"Don't tell me your'e not enjoying it," he said, as hands started to creep towards my breasts. I quickly stepped back before he could cup them.
"Fine," he said. "Turn around and we'll finish this."
His hands patted down my back, then he slid his hands over the sides of my ass. He took his time on my legs. His hands sliding over every curve.
I doubted he would be this thorough with a male crew member. Every time we met he seemed to find an excuse to get his hands on me. With a quick check of the collar of my top, he was finally satisfied.
"I'll wait outside the door just in case," he said, and gestured for me to go in. I didn't give him a response. It was best not to give him the rise he wanted.
Procter looked up as I entered, and the door closed behind me, and I took a seat on the pile on sheets next to him.
He had a black eye, and looked a bit worried. There was a friendly smile though.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He nodded, and moved his hand to his face. "Those men did this."
"I know, but we were trying to free Juno."
There was a look of shock on his face. "That girl?"
As I filled him in of the events of the previous days the situation that he was in started to sink in. He was shocked, and a little saddened to find out about Orton's death. I didn't go into much detail about it. Especially the horrible way it happened.
"What will happen to me now?" he asked, and I told him that there might be an opportunity to start a new life.
"Do you know what they do to escaped slaves?"
I had to tell him that I didn't know.
"They go to special auctions, the death auctions." His face was more animated now, I could see the fear in his eyes. "They get sent to work in radiation mines, or experimented on, and even sold to people who like to play games with them."
"What do you mean, games?" I asked.
He told me that he had heard of a planet were they send the escaped slaves. "They let them free on the surface. Then every so often a rich tourist comes along to hunt them. Sometimes they let the population build up, so they can test military weapons."
I couldn't listen to him anymore, it was sickening.
"Could you talk them into letting go back, maybe?" he pleaded. "I could say I had been kidnapped."
I explained to him that that was going to be unlikely.
"Things are going to be okay," I told him.
He nodded, and I assured him that I had the same feelings when I was freed.
Then I got round to the real reason I was here.
"One of the crew think I had a memory wipe? Do you know anything about that?"
He shrugged, "I don't know about your memory, I do know that you went away for some surgery at one point. A great improvement if you ask me," he said.
"Because of the accident?"
He looked confused. "I don't think you were in an accident. Orton told me that you were going to get some alterations to your appearance."
My blood ran cold as he said it. What had happened to me.
"But I was the same person as I am now."
Again he shrugged. "I haven't ever really spoken to you. Orton never liked the servants talking to his girls."
"I do remember though," he said, scratching his head. "You used to have to wear a uniform for him."
"What uniform?"
"It was a UEN uniform, well not a real one. More like a costume, Orton wore one too. He liked to roleplay with his girls sometimes."
That struck a chord. I remembered finding that strange outfit in my wardrobe. My physical change must have been the reason that it didn't fit anymore.
"Did I dress up often?" I asked.
"Not that I saw, he did make Lilly, the girl before you, dress as a famous dancer for a while."
I started to wonder what else he knew.
"Do you know what happened to Lilly?"
He nodded, but looked down as he did. There was something troubling him.
"Go on."
"Orton sold her to a breeding farm." He went on to tell me that it wasn't a nice place, and he filled me in on the location. "You two were very close before she left."
She would know, I thought. If I could just get to her.
"If you remember anything else," I said, as I got up to leave.
"Emrah."
"What?"
"That's your real name. They changed it to Cara when you got back. I think Orton preferred Cara."
With that revelation I let myself out.
Tyrus said something to me, but I ignored him. I needed time to think.
This morning I was a girl named Cara, and now I was called Emrah. The reflection I saw as I showered wasn't even me. That's all I could think about as I made my way back to my quarters.
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My sleep was disturbed and fitful. I couldn't relax. Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, but I doubted it. Who was this Emrah, and was she even me anymore. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to find out. What if I wasn't happy with what I would find.