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And without giving me time to reply the general leans forward and presses the intercom on his desk. “Ask Beyala to come in, please,” he says to someone. While we wait for this Beyala he offers me coffee, but I’m pissed with him and I refuse. I sit back petulantly in my chair and fold my arms under my chest. outdoor It is only a couple of minutes later when the girl enters. She’s wearing a standard ship jumpsuit, the navy blue that designates a civilian, but despite her entirely generic attire I can tell immediately what she once was, a slave of Aghara-Penthay, because Beyala has the mark. The slave mark – an indelible sign that a woman has been processed on the surface of that vile planet. Beyala’s imprint reminds me of slut dark make-up, eyeliner or perhaps a tattoo, swirling patterns that emerge from the edge of her right eye to decorate the right side of her face. The spiral design is the same one that has been used by the Slavers for centuries, and is supposed to remind the observer of the letter that starts the word ‘slave’ in the ancient galactic universal script. Even though it’s a barbaric thing to inflict I must admit that adorning Beyala, it adds to the beauty of an already exceptionally striking woman. Unlike some marks and brands which owners apply to the thigh or the shoulder blade, Aghara-Penthay’s Slavers choose to mark the girl’s face, because for the rest of her life unless she thai veils herself it will be almost impossible to disguise. With each person she meets, their eyes will track to the mark before they go anywhere else, reminding the girl and everyone else constantly of what she is. I asian realize I’m being rude and staring, and yet I notice Beyala is watching me with almost as much interest as I’m studying her. Embarrassed, I look away, down at the desk. “Eight days ago we seized the heavily-armed ship of one Kazar, a drug trafficker and a thoroughly nasty piece of work,” says the general. “I remember the mission,” I reply. Yes, I was leading one of the assault teams. I lost cum a good man, blasted so completely that not even immersion in a healing tank could save him. My group dealt with the resistance from Kazar’s guards, but after the capitulation we left. I was not involved in searching the upper decks. “When we searched Kazar’s personal quarters, we found Beyala waiting in his bed,” the general says. “He’d made so much profit from narcotics that he could even afford to buy a girl from the Slavers.” I look at her respectfully, a real slave of Aghara-Penthay. This woman is exceptionally lucky to have been rescued. Very few of her kind ever see the free worlds again. “Beyala,” the general says, addressing the woman in a kindly voice, and with great courtesy, he says, “If you’d like, you may sit.” I don’t need an explanation for the general’s elaborate formality. “They gave you the implant chip,” I say to her, my voice choking with sympathy. “Oh, God, please stop,” Mandy panted. Audrey cum said, her eyes glimmering as she looked at me. "I can't believe you even remembered me." “What was? I am not giving here because most of it repeated what we done with maa. "Only when my husband outdoor is away Ms. Simon." And, and this asian is important…. First Jon answered and said, "48-DD" This is what I was waiting for. So shut that trap thai of yours and just go with the flow. I hissed and dropped to a crouch, eyes darting to the corners, to the shadowed slut stairwell, to the pylons, but no… that’s no where a Valkyrie would attack from. The other hand is now working a little down low, he is watching this with lust.