Chapter Four
The fight was quick but brutal. Sava had never seen a slave fight before and didn't care much to see another. There was so much blood. The Hutt had gotten increasingly angry when his fighter had gotten himself stabbed but started a deep chuckle after the fake out that left his man's opponent's chest with a couple fresh holes in it.
"Come," he bellows to her, "let's go see how bad he really is."
Making their way back down to the holding area Sava becomes increasingly nervous about the whole situation. She doesn't know what to expect being a slave, or being around these cursed slave fights, or not having the power to really defend herself without getting beaten for doing so. When they reach the cell where the Hutt's fighter is she sees him just laying on top of a bench holding a rag to his side and covered in blood.
"Not your best performance, but still impressive Zak," Findo tells the fighter then turns to a guard, "Slap a bacta patch on his side and get him to the shuttle. I'll be there shortly."
"Yes sir."
Then turning to Sava and her guard he says, "Come, we'll collect my winnings and then be on our way back to the compound."
It doesn't take long before they're all on the shuttle and heading out of Mos Eisley and into the desert. Sava keeps looking at the bloody man holding his side tightly trying to concentrate on something. Probably just trying to keep from passing out from losing so much blood. After some time, he turns and looks at her and she is about to ask what he's looking at when they feel the shuttle slow and jolt with its landing making Zak cringe in pain.
She is quickly ushered out of the shuttle by one of the guards and led to a room where she is fitted with a collar.
"This'll keep you from wondering from the compound," the man strapping it on says, "it sends an alarm if you are getting to close to the perimeter and allows us to track you. If you try removing it you will be sedated with a tranquilizer and then punished accordingly by the master. Do you understand girl?"
Sava turns her glowing red eyes on the man, "Yes, I understand. I'll find a way out though."
"You can try but I wouldn't recommend it, runners don't get far around here and usually at the least lose some fingers or toes as punishment. Their lives in other cases." That gets her attention, she knows she'll have to be extra careful. "Now you'll go change into the clothes behind that curtain and begin your duties." He gestures behind him to a standing curtain and she obeys.
"What are my duties?" she asks.
"Attending to the master," he replies, "Bringing him his meals, pouring drinks, fetching items he requires. Whatever he needs done."
"What's going to happen to the fighter?" she asks as a stray though goes to concern for the man.
"That is none of your concern, now quit stalling and change before I have to come in there and strip you myself."
Glancing at the cloths in front of her she notices it is a somewhat flattering, if a bit revealing, dress that she reluctantly begins changing into. The dress shows all of her back down to the top of the curve of her rear as well as the flesh between her breasts and flat of her stomach, along with slits coming up high on the outside of each thigh and leaving her arms bare.
Stepping from behind the curtain the man looks at her indifferently saying to the guard, "Master Findo will enjoy this one."
"I think you're right," the other man responds.
"You can take her up to the audience chamber now."
And with that she was led out of the room and up a short incline to a reasonably sized room to accommodate several dozen people if need be. Looking to the far side of the room she saw Findo relaxing on a large raised platform glacing over something on a datapad. The guard escorts her over to Findo and his eyes open slightly more when he sees her in her new clothes.
"Much better than the rags you were wearing before girl," he says to her, "the first thing I want you to do is be escorted around the compound to get an idea of where everything is. Then you are to report to the cells at the fighting pit a check on my fighter Zakacha and report back to me on his condition. Now go."
Sava bows her head as her guard grabs her tightly around the arm and pulls her out of the room. The guard leads her around showing her where kitchen is and where most things can be found in there. The freshers and sleeping chambers for guests she finds are on the second story, with Findo's private chambers taking up the entire third story of the building. Moving outside she is shown the garage where speeders are kept and the house fighting pit and training areas for Findo's fighters to do their part in serving the oversized slug and his bloody business. Now came the part she wasn't sure that she wanted to see, the cells where the slaves that fight are kept. Moving down the corridor Sava sees that there are a dozen cells with heavy barred doors to keep their occupants from wandering about. The men occupying several cells are calling to her saying some of the more viral things that have ever been said to her. How they want her and how they want to use her supple body in the most degrading ways.
Walking up to one of the backmost cells the guard unlocks to door and shoves her in, "Do what your master says and check him out," then he just stands there staring. Turning back into the cell Sava sees a small old woman bent over the man. Walking over next to the woman she sees that the fighter, Zakacha, has been cleaned of the blood that had been covering him from the fight. He's quite handsome she notes, and with a strong physique, the body of a man trained to do one thing in life, to fight.
Turning to the old woman Sava asks, "How is he?"
"He's doing better than when he was brought here," she replies gently turning towards her, "You're a pretty thing, what species are you? Sorry if that's rude but I can't place the blue skin and red eyes."
"It's quite alright," Sava replies sweetly to the woman, "I am a Chiss. We are not a common sight in the more well-known parts of the galaxy. Findo asked for me to see how this man was doing since the fight and let him know of his condition."
"That slug has never cared for this boy," the woman snaps bitterly, "he only cares about the money that his fights can make him. You can tell the master the Zak will need a week to heal from being stabbed and can begin training again after that if he wants him back in top fighting condition."
Sava thanks the woman and is given a warm smile before she turns and leaves. Findo takes the news well from what she can gather, he doesn't yell at least, and has her fetch his dinner and some scraps for herself before she is taken to her own cell in the compounds lower level near where she was fitted with her collar. Lying on her small thin bed she curls up in a ball and begins to cry not knowing what she ever did to end up here in a place where pain and suffering is as normal a thing as breathing. She cries for some time and is able to calm herself when she recalls how the little old woman was tenderly taking care of Zak, the fighter who had been stabbed, and she is able to slip into a light sleep for several not fully refreshing hours.
