"Is this her?"
"Yes."
"My beautiful Caroline."
The two men discussing me stopped to look at me as they unshrouded me of my bonds. I was a tough Oscabarian, and I had wondered why someone would want me on the way to my destination.
"Why do you want me?" I seethed through my prickly mouth. "Why did you take me from my world on Oscabaria?"
"You belong to me now, my pet." The man with stalky white blond spoke as he approached me. "I'm terribly sorry, my dear. I must keep you locked up. You are a violent breed. Most men find Oscabarian women hideous."
He sighed. "I find you beautiful, Caroline. Which brings you here to my home. I wish to observe you as my latest attraction."
"How much is she worth to you?" The trapper asked my captor.
"2 billion units." His dark orbs locking with my gray.
"No. She was very hard to catch. I'll need more, Tivan."
Tivan...where have I heard that name before?
Oh my god...my captor was the Collector!
Tivan sighed loudly, the sound rumbling from his lungs. He looked at me for a long time.
"Very well, 3 billion."