After a brief air clean for sold slaves, I was now in the 'docking area' -which looked like it came out of Star wars- and holding my -now returned- bag like it was going to be ripped from me. I thought a month ago the slave drivers destroyed it or even sold it for credits.

As I was waiting for my new 'Master', I saw other slaves being picked up by their respective owners. But, while looking straight out there, I saw glimpses of the Owners' faces, which had looks of pity and guilt, while the other slaves had smug looks that wanted to see me whither in pain. I didn't care, or at least didn't feel anything; I was being sold to a guy that was the stinkin overlord of a whole Empire!

"Ah! There you are Slave number 11219!" said a voice from the auction room, "Sorry I was late, had to take care of signing some papers and evaluation on owning a person like you,"

I looked around from my height -in a jokingly manner- as to who was saying that. That was when I heard a harsh 'AHEM' from below and saw the eyeball guy glare at me. "You may think that since you are a rare species of alien does not make YOU-" he pointed at me as he spoke again "-own the galaxy! NOW, show me your wrists,"

I showed the guy my wrists, while placing my bag on my slightly sore back first. They were bare since i was sold and I wasn't doing anything rational, plus it showed some faint scarring on each wrist, but the eye-guy placed these glowing handcuffs on with a chain attached to them. I thought that a) he was into some type of fetish with this stuff and b) I felt a bit weaker than the usual. "Stabilizing handcuffs are set, no escaping out of these," the guy muttered to himself, "Everything seems to be in order! Alright, slave, follow me!" he jerked the chain like an owner to a pet, which I had to follow him out into the docking bay.

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As we walked through the ships and aliens, I kept silent as I saw some of my 'friends' laugh at me, some were even pointing at me while laughing. I hid a smirk when their owners slapped them and scolded them in misbehaving, talk about Karma biting them in the ass.

"AH-HA!" the eye guy exclaimed, making me stop, "Here we are!" I looked at what he was seeing, and I almost gawked at it; for one thing it was a GIANT SKULL SHAPED SHIP, its back was covered in rocket boosters, and the 'eyeholes' were red tinted glass. I looked at it and thought that it was the most stupidest ship I had ever seen, it looked like a gigantic sugar skull from The Day of the Dead! But that's not when it opened its mouth and a TONGUE came out, making me think on who or what invented this abomination of a ship.

"Come on slave, you can marvel Lord Hater's ship another time" the small guy said, mistaking my look of morbid as a surprise, and started pulling the chain to inside the ship. As we walked on the tongue, we passed though the entrance hall of the ship; I was going to ask on how this ship -that looked so small- looked so BIG on the inside, but then I figured out it was just 'wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey' and to not bother it for now. "First thing first," the guy said as we walked though the ships halls, "I, slave, am Commander Peepers, or Sir as you might have guessed." I almost laughed out loud, but covered it with a snort when he said his name. Oh man, when his back was turned I was going to call him Pee-Pee or other types of names for my humor.

"Second," Peepers growled as I stopped interrupting him, "as a slave to the Empire, either Lord Hater or I are entitled to order you to do the tedious chores around the ship, and do so in an orderly manner! Now the rules are these…"

I toned him down and started to look around as we walked; I saw other eye guys walk around that looked like Peepers, but with shorter images of lightning bolts on their hats. They were doing things like walking around, doing weapon cleaning, and other things that were interesting; some of them were even looking at me with curiosity, so I gave them my way of communicating, one eyebrow raised slightly and a smirk. That caused even more eye guys to look at me.

"-ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?" yelled an outraged Commander, which spooked me; seriously the guy had the voice of a howler monkey. We stopped at a metal-themed doorway and he gave me a glare that he could give me, "What have I been saying to you, slave?" he growled out.

I stayed silent as he glared at me, and I thought that since he was a butt about orders, I wasn't going to say anything until he said I could speak. Kind of like that 'Simon says' game.

"SLAVE," Peepers yelled at me, "as your superior I ORDER you to answer,"

"Alright," I said, my voice a little rough from not using it as much, "You said that since I was the slave-girl to the empire, which would make me the maid of the whole ship. But since you said that there are some groups of soldiers that regularly take other jobs to clean and work the place, I would have to do other means to appease the Grand Lord Hater and help clean, cook, sweep, and wash around the ship. So in short I would be nothing more than an errand girl, is that correct, Sir?"

I was laughing like a loon -in my head- as I saw Pee-pee's stunned face or eye as I said that to him. The reason WHY I was so good with my job as a roadie is my uncanny multi-tasking and doing things that were quick. I smirked a bit as the commander shook his head and glared at me again, "Right then," Peepers coughed, "Follow me."

The metal archway opened up and it revealed to be an elevator, and once we got on, it had a whole wall filled with buttons. Peepers pressed the lowest button on the wall, and with a ding and doors closing we were moving. Inside the elevator, there was tacky music playing, while the two of us were quiet. As I shifted my feet a bit, I started to go bold and ask something from Tinkles. "So," I asked in a drawled voice, "Can you get these 'cuffs off me, sir, they're kind of rubbing my wrists raw," I showed him some part of the 'cuffs and there was some raw skin rubs on my wrists. He looked at me with an annoyed glance and said, "NO," then continued to be silent. 'Well aren't you mister Nice and Happy,' I thought in anger, and glared the other way, thinking on other thoughts.

Soon, the elevator dinged again, opening to reveal a full metal hallway that have doors on each side; dear Grob I thought I was in Silent Hill of Pete's sake. I was again brought to reality with Peepers pulling the chain and soon walked out into the hallway. After a while walking, we stopped at a door that was very rusty looking; Commander Tinkles pressed something on his glove that made the door open with a groan and hiss to reveal a room, a slave room.

I assumed that it was a small room, possibly 15 feet in length and width; in the middle of the room was a twin size mattress that had a blanket and pillow on it while under a pathetic looking window viewing space (I guessed that we were already away from the slave ship by then), on the left side of the bed there was a toilet, a small sink with cupboard underneath, and a chrome shower. While on the right side of the room there was an old looking shelf and a full length mirror. All of this was at least better than the slave ship, and I have a room to myself.

"This will be your new room, Girl, be grateful that Lord Hater wanted you to have this room and not leash you to his bedchamber," Peepers spoke smugly -at least he didn't call me slave this time-"Tomorrow morning will be your first work day, so you better be prepared on getting ready to wake up once a solider gets ya," Tinkles soon took my 'cuffs off -showing red splotches of rough skin- and shoved me in the room, thankfully I landed on the mattress for comfort. "Oh, almost forgot," Peepers said again, "Your uniform, it's in the shelves. Lord Hater would want you to wear it, or otherwise he would dish out some punishments on you," I didn't show it, but I was shivering in slight fear.

"Anyways, good night," said prick as he left me in the small room, but really I didn't care. For one, I had my own room and two, a shower, I was SO thankful for that. First thing I did was strip down and get into the shower; After taking off my pants, underwear, shoes and backpack (with it being placed between the shelf and mirror), I slowly took off my shirt because of the pain yesterday, but as I looked at the mirror from behind, I saw that some of the marks left while others will eventually be scars, I didn't care though, it kind of looked like I survived something and lived for it. I took off my blood soaked bra off with a hiss and placed my clothing in a pile near the only door here.

As I was naked, I went into my backpack and pulled out stuff for tonight; my shampoo bottle, my tube of leave-in conditioner, some oils from my planet, toothpaste and toothbrush, coconut oil cream, a set of pajamas (A/N they're tank top and sweat pants), underwear, my pillow, and my shaving razor. Even though the shower was small, I placed my shampoo and razor in there, around the sink I placed my toothbrush and 'paste, oils, conditioner, and cream, and on the bed I placed my pajamas and underwear. I decided to check if there were towels and saw some under the sink, they looked old but still in good use.

I soon entered the shower and pressed a button on the side that said 'ON', which started to spray slightly hot water on me, and it felt so good on my sore muscles and back. After the soak, I started to wash my hair to get all the grease, dirt, blood and other gunk out, leaving it looking healthy and not so brownish; after that, I started to shave my legs and 'other places' (A/N not telling pervs)

After another soak to get the suds off me, I dried myself off with a towel and wrapped it for my hair. I soon reached the sink and started my routine I missed for a month; first I started washing my face with water, next I started brushing my teeth and washing it out with water, then I put lavender oil drops on my wrists and rubbed them together, and finally I unwrapped the towel around my hair and used the conditioner to leave in. It felt nice to be clean again.

I checked my body again and saw that the 'tattoo' I had was gone and placed with an outline of a robed skull head with thunder coming out of its head. To me, it looked way bad-ass than the cereal code that was there before. I soon got on my underwear and pajamas on, and I soon went into my backpack and grabbed out my other clothing and underwear out, along with my cell phone and headphones. I was going to place all my clothing in the bottom drawer of the shelf, but not before I checked on my 'Uniform' that Pee-Pee said to me before he left.

I checked the drawers to find it and it was there in the top drawer, and I was a bit appalled and shocked to what the uniform looked like; it was a leather dress with short-shorts and pockets along with a red belt that had a dark red lightning bold for the buckle, but what shocked me was the spiked wrist cuffs, black slip-on Mary Jane's with spikes for a buckle, a freaking' headband, and a spiked 'Collar' that had another red lightning bolt on a chain. "Commander Tinkles I swear to any godly entity out there that you are a closet pervert," I mumbled to myself as I set the 'uniform' on top of the shelf, and placed my clothing in the drawers below.

After I was done, I grabbed my phone and headphones and flopped onto the bed, slipping on the headset and turning on my phone, which was still full battery and high Wi-Fi connection. "Wow," I mumbled again, and checked my playlists that were chocked full of music gestures, so I chose one playlist that has helped me remember home; Tchaikovsky's own masterpieces. The music started with Swan Lake, and as an hour passed I was asleep listening to the composers' music. I would have needed it if I was going to meet Lord Hater for the first time.

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[A/N] Okay, i decided to put two chapters up for this story to see how you people would react. Noted, i am still looking for a BETA reader, and i still don't own WOY, just the plot of it.

please give me at least some feed back as to how this story might go, okay?

as always, have a good read