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She struggled in vain gainst the bonds that held her, yanking hard enough to dig marks into the soft flesh of her wrist. It was no use, just as the hundreds of other times before, yet she still held some tiny shred of hope she would tug and the lock would pop, setting her free.

The woman let her hand drop to her side and let out a wearied sigh, sinking to the floor. It had been two weeks. Two weeks since she had been captured by the slavers that often roamed the outskirts of the Invisec. She thought her mother had only spun the tales to keep her from wandering alone and dissmissed them. How she wished to turn back time and heed her warnings now!

Nadari looked around. There were more women now, and she guessed that others had been picked up on the way. Most of them were Twi'lek girls, who made up a good piece of the sex slave trade due to their beauty. The girl herself shuddered at the thought, and although she wasn't a Twi'lek, she was just as valuable, if not moreso.

The Slave traders had stated this to each other after careful inspection of her. Nadari's race had escaped them at first, but the oldest one, a man the others called T'leth, soon figured it out.

"She's a Zeltron." he said, eyeing her.

Zeltrons were known throughout the galaxy for both their promiscuity and sexual prowess. Both of which would aid in making her a high priced toy for some lucky man. Too bad these men didn't know she was only half Zeltron, and that her father was from none other than Courescant. Which explained her pale, rosey skin. Nadari did get the shocking lavender eyes that were characteristic of Zeltrons, as well as their dark hair.

She pressed her hand against a little metal locket that rested against her breastbone, and instinctly tucked it into her last bit of her life, and if the slavers saw it, they would take it from her for sure. Just as she drifted into her own memories, the Zeltron girl was brought back to reality by the loud voice of T'leth.

"Stand up, all of you!" he commanded.

The women stood, and Nadari fell in beside a Twi'lek girl named Linsha'a she had somewhat befriended during their journey. The two cast a glance to each other, and the Twi'lek leaned into her, whispering that someone was going to be sold today. The pink skinned girl's stomach knotted. Anywhere was better than here, and it could offer the chance to escape. But to be sold like an animal! She was sure that even the farm animals were given more dignity then this.

The younger trader kept his gaze locked on the group, as if he was expecting one of them to make a break for it at any second. The thought had crossed Nadari's mind a time or two. The gun at his side had, however, made her reconsider.

"Bring me the little Zeltron bitch!" T'leth called to his companion. The old man was out of her sight, and Linsha'a gave her a look of pity as the man took hold of her wrist chains and drug her harshly forward, so that she almost fell. Her bare feet skipped across the old floorstones trying to match his pace, and an acrid breeze wafted up the hall to meet her. She wanted to fight back, but it was no use with the chains. It would only result in her hurting herself.

T'leth's younger counterpart all but pushed her into the entryway of the other room, and waited a second before the man waved a grizzled hand at him to leave. Nadari kept her eyes locked in the floor, having no desire to look at T'leth and even less desire to see her owner-to-be. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

"Don't just stare at the floor, girl!" The elder barked at her. She knew that was code for, 'Look up so someone can see your face. Or else.' Nadari took a breath and lifted her head, meeting eyes with T'leth and flashing him a brilliant, albeit fake, smile.

"She is a rather beautiful specimen, and a young one still."

She let her lavender eyes drift towards the person who T'leth was speaking to, a man who was clad in black, his cloak hood dipping low to obscure most of his features. She glanced to the door, and back to the men as credits were exchanged. In that instant her heart sank, she was truly a slave now. Once more tears burned but she blinked them back, knowing it was useless. T'leth stepped toward her and held onto her chains. As T'leth made to unlock her, the man in black reached up and flipped back his hood. It took one half a glance at her new owner to set Nadari to fighting against the slaver's hold wildly.

"NO! You can't sell me to him, you can't! I will not go!" she cried, and pulled back enough to slip from T'leth's grasp. The girl backstepped out of his reach, but only for a moment untill he caught her by the hair and brought his hand hard across her face.

"You're lucky he's already bought you! Else I'd kill you myself, and slowly at that." he said, giving her a shake. Nadari's face stung from the strike, and her eyes smoldered, glaring at the old man.

"I hate you." She uttered.

T'leth had ahold of her bonds again, and he pulled her forward enough to unlock her and once free, gave her a shove in the once hooded man's direction. Nadari dug her heels in, stopping as far back as T'leth would allow. Her new owner looked like something from an aweful dream. She had seen Zabrak before, but none like this. Not even close. Heavy black markings marred his red face and scalp, encircling his horns. But the worst was his eyes. Yellow ringed with red. She looked away and shot a final glare at T'leth as was leaving the room.

"She won't try and run again, I assure you!" he said as he exited.

"I hate you, old bastard!" she screamed, inadvertantly taking a step toward the doorway. A hand circled her wrist and yanked her back into place.

"Be silent." The Zabrak commanded, keeping a grip on her wrist. She felt that same unease creep back into her as he caught her chin in a gloved hand.

"Do not try and escape me. I can assure you that I will take great pleasure in not only finding you but ending your life if you try." Nadari knodded slighty, avoiding his gaze, and flinched as his hand trailed up her cheek, grazing her ear and settling into her hair. The Zabrak seemed almost fascinated with its length and texture, and let it slip between his fingers. She had half expected him to pluck her eye from its socket or do something equally as horrible, not touch her hair. The rosey skinned girl gave a relieved exhale.

"What shall I call you, sir?" She asked, keeping a neutral tone.

"Address me as your owner, nothing else." He replied, letting the last of her locks drop back to her shoulder. The Zeltron were a painfully beautiful people, or so he had heard. The girl wasn't any exception to this, he mused. His acrid yellow eyes roamed over her; she was a tiny thing, barely skimming shoulder level on him, with shining purple eyes. She would serve his purpose just fine.

Nadari eased herself into one of the seats in the cockpit. The uneasy feeling had still not left her, although her new master had shown minimal interest at best. This left her wondering exactly what type of slave she was going to become. She was pulled from her thoughts as they took off. The girl was thrilled to be away from that God-aweful hellhole, but now she had to worry about getting to the next point. Space travel had never sat well with her, and she leaned forward, resting her head in her hands.

"Whats your name, girl?" He asked, though she doubted he cared.

"Nadari." She answered, not bothering to lift her head from its resting place.

The Zabrak placed the ship into autopilot, and turned to face his slave.

"Nadari," he repeated her name. The woman brushed her hair from her face and looked over at him, waiting. He could feel her heartrate increase each second. She was scared, much more than she was showing. This excited him. He was, after all, a man who thrived off fear. And this girl, Nadari, her's was the best kind. Not fear of pain or death, no; she was afraid of what may come next, the unknown. "I've already told you what your fate will be if you try and run," he mused icily, turning to face her, "the same stands for if you don't do exactly as you're told." Nadari cringed inwardly at the little bit of emphasis he put on 'exactly.'

"Of course, Master."

With this warning, he left her and made his way to the opposite end of the ship, out of her sight for the tim being. She visibly relaxed, and settled back into the seat. Another few seconds passed, and she glanced around. Her captor was no where to be seen, or even heard. Nadari pondered for a moment if he may be sleeping, but reminded herself in the same thought that Zabraks really didn't sleep that much. Her brow furrowed, and she felt for the metal locket against her chest and pulled it out. A last look over her shoulder and she popped open the thing, revealing a little image of a woman crouched down with her arms wrapped around a little boy whose skin was firey red. The woman was smiling slightly, but the boy wore an ear to ear grin, and had one hand jabbed up towards the sky. Her heart ached seeing him, and tempted as she was to push the hologram button on the side, to really see him and hear his baby voice, she didn't. Another time, maybe. She closed the locket and tucked it away again.

A/N: OK, this is my first fic so r&r to let me know if I should keep it going, advice and such....just save the flames ladies and gents.