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Hazel sighed as her wrists burned with pain again. She had struggled against shackles that she was hanging from. The edges were digging into her already raw and bloody wrists. Her light blond hair was tangled and matted with dried blood, dirt, sweat and other fluids that Hazel would rather not think about. Her nearly naked body was covered in dirt, sweat, and dried blood along with fresh blood that oozed from the open wounds that littered her body.
Although Hazel felt exhausted she forced herself to stay awake. Her nightmares would only wake her up not long after she actually fell asleep. Hazel wasn't quite sure how long she had been on the spaceship. All she knew was that her brother was dead and no one was coming for her. Hazel did everything she could to keep herself awake by keeping her mind busy. Although she couldn't use her telekinesis or her telepathy she concentrated on finding a way to get the necklace off of her in order to initiate her escape plan. Before Hazel could figure out a way to get the necklace off her cell door opened. She looked up to see the quantrons coming in to drag her away to another torture session. She couldn't understand why she was still alive and why she was still on the ship. She had to have been there for at least a year. She was no closer to succumbing to her captor's wishes than she was when she first met him.
Hazel's thoughts were interrupted when she was tossed onto a cold metal table. She was strapped down to the table restrained by the cold, thick, and heavy chains. She made no attempt to struggle as the quantrons left her there. The room itself was cold and filled with torture devices.
"Hazel dear I see you have stopped struggling. If you would just surrender to me it would make everything on you much easier." The tall figure said in a snotty tone. His almost grey eyes were staring at her intensely but she wasn't looking at him. She didn't reply to him knowing that her throat would be too dry to carry her voice in the tone that she would want to convey.
"I could give you everything you everything you would ever want. All you would have to do is be mine. I could give you all the children you could ever want. You could have a life free of danger with servants catering to your every whim." The man continued as he walked around the table so that she was looking up at him instead of the ceiling. She diverted her gaze. Still she kept her mouth closed.
"Fine have it your way" he said before pulling a device down from the wall. Hazel ignored the movements and did everything to displace herself from her current situation.