The next chapter is posted! Enjoy :)

It was becoming nerve wracking. Aimee, along with all of the other girls seem to be kept within that one room. She wasn't sure how long thy were in there. There was just no way to tell the time. There were no windows in there to tell what time of the day it was. Just some lights overhead to light up the bleak room. One of the others who introduced herself as; Zeta, claimed the ones who were holding them were not going to keep them in there for much longer.

Aimee could believe it. The place did strongly resemble a holding cell more than anything. Either way, everything she has heard so far, was not helping the situation. There were quite a few girls in there. But even if they could somehow overpower a guard or two in if they attacked in a large group, who's to say none of the people holding them here have guns or other dangerous weapons?

As much as Aimee wanted to formulate a plan to get everyone out. She didn't want to do it at the expense that someone could get hurt or worse; killed. So, how can they all get out of there? Before they lose their freedom forever. She learned from the conventions, that many of these buyers are ruthless and soulless. True monsters among the throng of humanity.

A part of her is still hoping that Frieza is out there looking for her. When or if he finds her, she will have to convince him to help the other girls here too. Aimee will not have it any other way. Surely, it won't kill him to pick them all up and then drop the girls somewhere they can be safe.

She had a bad feeling that they didn't have much time left. Before they were either all taken out of here one by one or corralled out in groups. Either way, the nightmare will begin once they start getting bought off.

'Frieza, please. Wherever you are, you need to hurry!' She thought.

Meanwhile aboard Frieza's Main Ship...

"Were you able to get a location on the tracker to that cruiser yet?" Frieza asked.

They have been trying to get a signal from that small cruiser now for the last few hours. Sadly, there were still no results. The tyrant was getting more agitated with each negative confirmation. Internally, he was beginning to worry more and more too. This Universe was large and vast with still many planets he has yet to step foot on. She could be on any one of them at this point and it maybe a long time before he could figure out which one; if ever.

This is why it was imperative that they locate the stolen cruiser. If he can locate it, he can get ahold of her kidnappers, and he WILL get them to talk. No one can stand against him for long, before they turn into a quivering mess begging for mercy.

"Not yet, My Lord. But I have a feeling we are getting closer. We picked up a very faint signal through the static about ten to fifteen minutes ago. Then we heard a slightly stronger signal around five minutes ago. So I do believe we are headed on the right track." Berryblue confirmed.

Frieza, his two top subordinates, and some of his best trackers all had their eyes glued to the screens. Absolutely no one was to have a break until they made any progress. Hell, a part of him just wanted to leave the ship and look for her himself. Except he had no way of doing so. Like many Earthlings, Aimee had a very low energy signature. One he wouldn't be able to sense in open space and at a long distance.

So sadly, he had no other choice but to rely on tracking that damn cruiser that was hijacked and had Aimee taken aboard. Only Berryblue, could sense his inner turmoil. She assured him though, that they will find her and that it was only a matter of time. Perhaps, they will. He can just only hope it will not be too late.

Of course, he had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Frieza had strong suspicion of who took her. If that is really the case, the tyrant was going to make him pay dearly for it and with his life if anything should happen to her.

"Something on you're mind, Lord Frieza?" Berryblue inquired.

She noticed he was rubbing his chin, deep in thought about something. He didn't look away from the screens as he started speaking with her.

"Just a nagging suspicion. I can't help but feel Shar is involved with all of this. He certainly seemed quite adamant on having her. I'm starting to wonder if someone here was working with him from the inside. And that was how they were able to easily slip through the cracks. If it is him, then we need to find him right away. For some time now, there have been rumors circulating around Shar's business. That besides high tech weapons and equipment, he has been smuggling other things of high value."

Upon hearing this, Kikono started to get a little fidgety. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Frieza.

"What's going on with you?" The tyrant asked his subordinate.

Kikono started to fidget his hands in nervousness.

"Well, it's just...I heard from some sources that Shar is suspected of..." He dragged out.

Frieza lost his patience waiting for an answer.

"With what?!" He snapped, making Kikono jump.

"Smuggling women and young girls. Something about a large Galactic Sex Trafficking Ring. One that pays smugglers handsomely for each one they can nab. The more unique and exotic the female specimen is; the bigger the pay. Or so I've heard." Kikono finally blurted out.

The Galactic Emperor stiffened and clenched his fists. Kikono could tell Frieza was pissed with this newfound information.

"And your only telling me this now because?" He grounded out.

The small lime green alien looked like he was about to shit himself.

"I...I'm sorry, My Lord! I didn't know...this information would be relevant or helpful." Kikono sputtered.

"You didn't happen to hear where he conducts this business have you?" Berryblue asked.

He thought long and hard for an answer.

"I'm not entirely sure. Only that it was some planet somewhere in the Western Quadrant. I unfortunately never found out which one it maybe." Kikono admitted.

Frieza turned back to the screens.

"We're currently in the Western Quadrant now." He paused and turned his attention to Berryblue. "You said, there was a faint signal earlier, and it was steadily getting stronger correct?" He asked her.

"Yes, so there maybe a hint of truth behind his words." She stated.

"Then we should stay on course. We may in fact be getting closer than we initially thought." Frieza said.

Some more time past. Another twenty minutes to be exact. When a beeping sound filled the room. It started out low then gradually started getting louder.

"Have we been able to pinpoint it yet?" Frieza asked.

"Not yet, My Lord. But we're getting closer." One of the trackers informed him.

"Good, keep on it. Make sure we do not lose track of it." The tyrant said.

Finally, after hours of worry. They have managed to make progress. It was only a matter of time now, before they found her. If Aimee truly is not aboard the cruiser. He will make damn sure the ones who took her will tell him what they did with her.

Back in the holding cell with Aimee...

"That won't work. Did you forget that these doors have codes to open them? Not to mention guards on the other side of them?" One of the girls said to Aimee.

"There aren't guards at every single door, Pepper. As for the code panels, the doors will slide open if you break the panels themselves." Zeta quipped.

"No, there are some that will break but not open. Instead they will just automatically lock." Another woman added.

Zeta just gave her a look, "I don't know what kind of panels your talking about, Mirra. But what I do know is that doors with busted panels will automatically open. I know this, because my Uncle told me so. He's a technician who specializes in security systems. This includes code panels."

But the one known as 'Mirra', was still wasn't all that convinced. Many of the other young women there were still cowering in the corners scared to death over their current situation. Aimee couldn't blame them. She was afraid too. For herself and for them. Especially, for the youngest ones who looked like they were no older than thirteen or fourteen years old.

That's why Aimee was trying hard to find a way out for all of them. Especially, the kids. They didn't deserve the Hell they were about to be put through. Or the nightmare that would become their very lives. They are meant to be free, living at home with their families. Whom are probably worried sick right now wondering where their children, sisters, or mothers had gone.

It pulled at her watching them cry. Some of them kept repeating they wanted to go home. This is why Aimee wasn't ready to give up just yet. Unfortunately, she didn't realize that a few group of men would soon be heading down to collect them and bring them in the dark room for auctioning.

Until Next Time ;)