She opened her eyes slowly, mostly because it hurt when she moved them. When she forced them opened she didn't have much to see for it was dark in the room where she lay. She heard the egines of the ship she guessed she was on, and judging by how close they sounded, she assumed she was in the cargo hold, and another clue was because it was cold. But when she started moving she realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. She felt her whole body, to see if she had sorts of clothes on, but found nothing. She was scared, she didn't know where she was, or where her mom and dad were. She started to crawl around the dark room, trying to find a way out, and to see if there was any blankets or anything to give her wramth. She reached a wall only after a couple seconds of crawling, then she followed the wall until she found a corner. She continued to do this until she found all four corners, and found nothing else in the room. By her guess the room was no more then ten feet both ways, but that was only a guess. She found one of the corners and curled up in it, trying to stay warm by wrapping her arms around her body. She knew someone would be coming soon, not sure how, but she just knew things sometimes.

After maybe an hour, the door, which she had felt, opened, a beam of light shining in. A male figure stood in the doorway, a burly man, his features hidden by the light shining behind him.
"Come with me, girl." He said, his voice gruff.
She remained in her corner and silent, her knees still pulled up to her chest.
"I said, come with me!" His voice strained. He walked in and grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room and into a hallway which was lit up brightly. She had never been on this kind of ship before, she was unable to identify it, and she was pretty good at identifying ships. She was dragged to another room and thrown in, the man obviously stronger then he looked.

She managed to stay standing up when she was thrown into this room, she looked back at the door as it slid shut, the man smiling at her. She looked at the wall next to the door and didn't see a control panel. She bit her bottom lip as she looked around the room. There was nothing in the room except a mirror on the wall. She looked at the mirror and saw her reflection in it. She was small girl, her skin pale and her hair black. She had not grown into her body and would not for a few years. As she looked at her face, she saw what made her eyes hurt. Right under her brown eyes were markings. She looked closer at them; they appeared to be backwards z's of the basic alphabet, one under each eye. They were slightly swollen, which also made her eyes slightly swollen. She touched them and pain seared where she touched it. She wished they were just put on by paint, but she had seen tattoo's before, and knew that these were inked right into her skin.

As she stared at herself the door opened and she turned quickly, not sure why. Another man stood in the doorway, but he was not nearly as big, though his face seemed to be carved out of stone. He seem to look her up and down, until his eyes met her brown ones."What is your name?" He asked, his voice just as boring as what he looked like.
She again remained silent, scared of this man, but found it impossible to back away.
"I asked you a question slave, wha-" "Lotheracien." She whispered.
He raised an eyebrow at her, "Good, so you can talk, where are you from?"
She gritted her teeth, not liking to answer these questions, but she didn't know what would happen to her if she didn't. "Hoth."
He seem to frown at this, "No one can live on Hoth for too long, so quite lying to me."
"I'm not...I live on Hoth..."
He still wore his frown but questioned it no more. "Very well, put this on." He threw a cloak at her and waited. She wished he had given her something more to wear, but she was still cold and appreciated the warmth of the dark brown, oversized cloak.
"Now follow me." He said as he turned and walked outside the door and waited for her. She hesitated, but then followed, knowing she could never run away from here. He guided her to a small docking bay and they seemed to wait. She was nervous and she was putting weight from one foot to the other, unsure as to what was going to happen.

"Where's my mom and dad?" She asked, looking up at the man who stood next to her. He looked down at her, his grey eyes hard.
"I don't know." Was all he said, nothing more. Why couldn't he give an answer? Wasn't he one that took her and her family? She was confused and she hated being confused. She looked around the docking bay again, seeing if there was anyway, or anywhere, she could run. But there was nothing in this bay. Only her and this man.

Then an alarm sounded through out the bay, as the large door opened, and a ship made it's way in. It was an ugly, a mix between a y-wing and tie-fighter, but modified to fit two people. She stood, wrapped up in her cloak, wishing she was somewhere else right now. But she wasn't, and she knew she had to deal with what she was given.
The ship docked and the hatch opened and yet another man cam out. This one wearing elaborate clothes and some expensive jewelry. He was a well built man, slim but taller then the man who stood with her.
This man seem to know what was going on and seem to run the place. He smiled at the other man and outstretched his hand and the other man shook it.
"Found someone have you?" The over dressed man asked the other.
"Yes, we have." The emotionless man replied, setting a hand on Loth's shoulder.
"Very good, let's talk somewhere else, shall we?" The man said and put his arm around Loth, again, guiding her down halls.

They arrived at another room and they all walked in, the two men talking about credits. There were seats in here and she sat down, as the men talked. She didn't care about their credits, all she cared about was finding her mom and dad. She remained sitting for a long while, until the over dressed man turned towards her.
"Let's see you then." He said gesturing at her. She didn't move, not sure about this. The other man sighed and came over to her and made her stand. He then removed the cloak and she closed her eyes. She did not want to see this man looking at her. She didn't want to be treated this way, these men were horrible and she wanted to be gone.
"She's okay, and will do for twenty." The dressed up man said.
The other man seemed ferious as he dropped the cloak back over her head, as she opened her eyes. "She is worth forty at least!" The other argued.
"She is thin, too thin. Won't do at all. Twenty-five."
"Thirty-five."
"Thirty."
"Thirty-three."
"Oh very well." The dressed man said as he produced several chips, which were credits. The other man took them and stuffed them in a pocket or something. He looked over at her, still no emotion on his face.
"Come with me, child." The dressed up man extended his hand to her. She didn't move, her feet were planted. "Come now, I don't have time for this!" He grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her with him, but she pulled back. He turned back towards her, clearly frustrated. "I don't want to hurt you child." His voice getting dark. The other man looked at her, a nervous expression on his face, he jerked his head a couple of times to tell her to go, but she refused.

"Fine." The back of his hand came out so fast she couldn't react, though she didn't know what she would do even if she knew he was going to do that. It hit her on her cheek and made her fall onto the seats which were in the room. He was strong, and she had no way of keeping her balance. She landed on one of the chairs, the arms of it digging into her side. Her wrist was grabbed before she could even say ow. She was dragged down the halls again, this time not fighting, because her side hurt and she didn't have much more strength. She was stuffed into the ugly and she hardly noticed as they left the bigger ship, heading to an even larger ship. She looked out the view port, wishing her life would just be the same again. But she was a slave, and she didn't know what was to become of her. Her life was just torn apart in front of her.