Story prompt is from Mass Effect Kink Meme XXI, page 4, under Saren/Human Slave AU

Chained. Just like the others around her, she had a collar around her neck and she was chained to the wall. Her clothes were nothing more than ripped pieces of fabric, she was not given shoes. It was dark. She could barely see her hand in front of her face, but she knew she wasn't alone. The floors were filthy, the room reeked, and woman around her sobbed. Only women.

Men were placed in a separate room, so that the humans wouldn't breed. The last thing they'd want to do is have to help in raising human children. Children cost money, and they refused to waste money on them.

The ages ranged. Some girls were young, likely fresh out of high school by human standards, others were old, considered elderly. She was in the middle.

She was in alliance training at the time it happened, a fresh new face at the top of her class ready to face the war that was going on around her. She never got the chance to hit the front lines like she wanted to, she never even got to fight. The war was over before she knew what'd happened. Superior technology had won, humans had lost. It was like a bad dream, or a really crappy sci-fi movie, but this was real. The aliens had taken over, and the more she thought about it, the more crazy she felt.

Jane was dragged from her home before she'd even knew that the war was over. She kicked and she fought, but to no avail. She'd only found out from the whispers of the others captured. They were crammed in a sky car together, it was hard not to hear what they were saying. The humans had surrendered, they'd ran out of resources and were almost out of troops. The turians, with their allies, had almost an infinite amount of war resources. She supposed the only reason they'd fought for so long was just because they had hope, that was it, and hope had run out.

It didn't take long for the turians to start claiming the land on Earth. They'd begun colonizing an already colonizing planet, but humans had no say in the matter. Families were dragged from their homes and sold into slavery. They were chained and beaten and treated like animals, because to the turians, they were nothing more than that.

Slave homes were small buildings that housed the humans. Most of the time, a large group of people were chained and stuffed into one room until they were practically stacked on top of each other and no one else could fit. She'd been moved from slave home to slave home, and the case was always the same. She started off her journey optimistic, thinking that the humans still had a fighting chance, and that if they tried hard enough, they'd be free.

That never happened though, and as time went by, she'd lost hope. Days passed, turning into weeks, turning into months, turning into a full year in slavery. She stopped talking to those around her, she knew that they'd either be bought at the auction or moved to a different home, she didn't think she could bare the pain of losing another friend again, so she didn't make friends. It's better to be alone anyways, she told herself, you work better alone.

The door to the room opened with a loud squeak and the sound of it scraping against the floor, the noise was enough to make her grit her teeth in pain. Light poured into the room, making her eyes hurt, but she took this time to look at all of the other women around her, all equally confused.

The silhouettes of three turian men stood in the doorway, and without a word, they began to undo the chains. No one ran when they were free, because they knew outside those doors were even more guards who wouldn't be afraid to shoot them.

Jane let out a sigh of relief as her collar fell to the floor, looking up at the man who freed her, he did not make eye contact. She could tell he was just focused on the job, he couldn't care less about her.

One by one a troop of armored people jogged into the room. She knew that they weren't the alliance finally coming to save her, they were taking her to an auction. They pointed their guns at the crowd of women, and they all stood and shuffled to make a line.

Slow steps were taken down the hall. She could still feel their guns on her, but she was too afraid to check and see if that were true.

The we're pushed onto a brightly lit stage in front of a group of turians, she could tell she looked awful. She was a mess, but no other girl looked any different. They were all a mess, all dirty and tired. They had matted hair and dark circles under their eyes, their clothes resembled burlap sacks, but sacks we're nicer.

She looked ahead at the crowd, which was mostly men, but littered throughout it was a couple of female turians, they almost looked out of place. She struggled to read turian facial features, their anatomy was so unknown to her, she just wished they could read her.

She didn't want to be bought, but she didn't want to stay here. Who knows what a turian would do to her out there, at least she knows what happens inside the facility, but the bidding began. She was fifth in line and they were buying the girls quick. She'd never seen an auction go by so fast, why were they in such a rush?

As the girls stepped down from the stage to meet their new owners, she was presented. They gave her height, weight, hair color, and eye color and then the bidding began.

Just like the last time, the bidding was going by fast, faster than she'd seen, but turians were dropping out quick due to a lack of cash.

"Starting at 5,000,"

She nearly scoffed, she was worth so much more than that.

The price continued to grow though, from five thousand, to ten thousand, ten to fifteen. As it went on less and less hands raised until it was down to two, back and forth between the same to men.

It was a bit dark out in the crowd, she couldn't see features, only the signs the men held up. As the numbers grew, the man farther back stopped bidding, and no one else did. She'd gotten to a pretty high number, she wouldn't be surprised if only one could afford that much.

"Sold!" He shouted, and she was guided down from the stage, a lot gentler this time, she supposed that buyers wouldn't be happy seeing someone else rough up their property.

She was taken out of the building, it'd been so long since she'd felt the fresh air. She had no idea what planet she was on, or even what system she was in, but she knew that it felt nice out. The cool air hitting her bare arms felt amazing, like drinking cold water after being deprived of it for years.

"Wait here," he told her, and he walked back into the building, likely to escort the next bought girl out, but she wasn't alone, this again was not an opportunity to escape. Soldiers were still in the area, she knew it.

She looked over to her left. The girl before her was waiting there. She looked frail and tired. She was shaking, the cold air was likely too much for her.

A turian male stepped from the side of the building, taking her by the hand and leading her away. She could hear the girl silently whispering things to her new owner. She couldn't make out what she was saying, but had a general idea of what the conversation sounded like.

"Where are you taking me? What are you going to do to me?" Jane knew that when she saw the man that bought her, she'd ask the same things.

It took a while before she heard footsteps coming from around that exact same corner. His were very heavy, he would likely be taller than the other man.

She tensed. She thought she'd be prepared for this, but she was wrong. What type of person would he be? What would he use her for? Would he finally allow her to have an actual bath?

Her heart sank to her feet when she saw him, and she could tell that she turn paler than she already was. She recognized this man, she couldn't remember his name, but Jane knew that she knew him. She'd seen him on the vid screen during the war. He was a general, if she could remember correctly. She couldn't remember his name, all she could remember, was that when she saw him, she thought that she could take him in a fight. Seeing him in person changed that, especially with the way she was now. She was weak and he was much much taller than her.

His posture was perfect, his eyes never strayed from his target when he walked. His footsteps only grew heavier. She was shaking, just like the girl before her, she guessed that this was why. Jane was afraid.

When he was only a couple of inches away from her, she put her head down, and looked at her feet, they were bare.

She could feel him there, she could smell him to, he smelled like strength. She watched closely as he reached his hand up to her face. She winced, preparing for him to strike her, she heard stories from the other girls of those who abused them, it made her a little paranoid.

Rather than the sharp sting of a slap, she instead felt his hands gently caressing her face. It was soothing, sort of, his hands were very rough and scaly, it hurt a bit as well.

Finally, she lifted her head up to meet his gaze. The angry look on his face caused her to take a quick step back. She could hear the guards around her arming their guns.

"Put them down!" He shouted, "I've got this under control."

He took her by the wrist, the way his taloned hand squeezed hurt alot, he was probably one to never cut his claws. She knew that the way he was pulling her would bruise her arm. She was still malnourished and fragile, the smallest things would bruise her, but she didn't complain, he didn't seem like the type she'd want to complain to.

They stopped when they reached a blue sky car. She glanced at it, the back at him. He opened the door of the passenger seat for her. Then she glanced at him again.

"Get in," he said through gritted teeth.

She was quick to follow this order, afraid of what would happen if she were to disobey. It felt nice to not be crammed in a sky car with a bunch of other people, for once she finally had space to breath, and breath she did. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. It felt good.

He was in the car before she knew what happened and suddenly her breathing had stopped. She was afraid again.

She played with her thumbs and locks of hair to occupy herself during the journey. She wondered where they were going, seeing as it was taking them such a long time to get there. She wanted to talk to him, but she was afraid. He likely hated humans, he fought against them in the war, it wouldn't be a surprise if he'd bought her only to torture her.

"What's your name," she asked quietly, a little too quietly at that. She'd wondered if he could even hear her.

"Saren," he stated blandly, he didn't even look at her as he spoke.

Then there was silence again.

"Where, where are we going now," she stuttered.

She saw him quickly glance at her this time, "We're going to take a transport shuttle to the citadel. I have to meet my bosses and you need clothes."

"Who's your boss?" She felt words coming out a bit more freely now. She was a bit less nervous to speak to him.

"The council, I'm a Spectre,"

In the time that she'd been locked away from the world, he'd been promoted. This higher title made him even scarier to her.

"What do you plan to do with me?"

"Make you do house work. Cooking, cleaning, laundry,"

"Can't you just hire a maid?"

"You sure do ask a lot of questions," he spat and she quickly shut and sealed her mouth.

The rest of the car ride was completely silent.

She'd only heard stories of the citadel. She'd never been. The war had broken out before she was able to go, and tragically, that was the last she'd ever thought about it.

She had to go through customs. She had to make an ID and all of that stuff. Slave was put as her occupation, she sighed at the sight of it, but before she had long to dwell on it, she was being dragged by Saren to a store.

There were no clothing store specifically for humans, so she had to wear asari clothes instead. Asari wore long dresses or stripper suits, as far as she could tell, there was no in between.

She could feel eyes on her as she looked through the clothing. There weren't very many humans on the citadel, and if there were any, they didn't look as dirty as her. Saren only stood in the corner of the store, watching her to make sure she didn't attempt and escape.

Jane just picked a random dress. She was growing nervous with the way Saren was looking at her. He bought it and they left, his arm still tightly wrapped around her wrist.

Saren lead Jane to a row of rooms, apartments, then he opened on of the doors. Inside was a literal beautiful mixture of turian human architecture, and most importantly, solitude. It felt nice to finally have all of the eyes off of her. She only stood in the center of the apartment, too afraid to sit anywhere without permission.

"You will go upstairs and take a bath, I'll be back for you in a moment," he spoke sternly, then he left.

He'd locked the door from both sides, just to be sure that there was no way for her to get out through there. The windows were sealed and there was no emergency exit. She couldn't scream for help, human slavery was not taboo or illegal, no one would care.

Guess I'll take a bath, she thought as she marched room to room, trying to find the bathroom.