The next chapter is up! WARNING: Violence/Torture in this chapter. Enjoy :)

Aimee was pretty quick with her bath, only staying in a few minutes. Along the tub were numerous bottles of scented shower gel, shampoo, and conditioner. She didn't bother with her hair and just scrubbed her body. She was still trying to see if she could figure out a way out of this hell hole. Unfortunately, she was still drawing blanks.

She was also not just thinking of an escape for herself. Aimee wanted to find a way to get Geeta and whatever other young girls were here out with her. No one should have to live the rest of their life under this cruel bastard. Especially, a young girl who still had her whole life ahead of her like the poor servant girl that brought her up to her room.

She had just stepped out of the tub and started patting herself down with a towel, when she heard a gentle knock on the bathroom door. Aimee wrapped the towel around herself before answering.

"Come in." She said.

Not a moment later, the servant girl; Geeta walked in.

"I set your outfit down on the end of the bed for when your ready. Try not to take too long. He expects you down as soon as your dressed." Geeta informed her.

"Thanks, I won't be long. But I have a question to ask." Aimee said.

"Yes?" Geeta asked, eyes still downcast to the bathroom floor.

"How many women and children are here?" Aimee asked.

For the first time since she got here, Geeta finally made direct eye contact with her. Her bright violet eyes wide in surprise.

"What? Why, would you want to know that? Though, I guess you'll eventually meet them all at some point." Geeta mumbled.

"Well, how many?" Aimee repeated.

Geeta seemed hesitant. No one ever asked her this question before. It seemed odd that this woman who has only just arrive would ask her this.

"Including you, eight. Though none of us are children. As far as I know, I'm the youngest one here." She paused for a moment and gave Aimee a once over. "Just how old are you, if you don't mind me asking. It's no secret that Master Ajax prefers his girls fairly young. The rumors around here states that he especially loves virgins."

A disgusted look decorated Aimee's face. Of course this fucking pervert would like virgins. He seems like the type that enjoys stealing one's innocence. She can't even begin to imagine how many young girls he has hurt while they had to endure staying here.

"I'm thirty-one years old. How old are you, Geeta?" She asks.

"I just turned fourteen a couple months prior. And thirty-one!? Normally, he doesn't pick girls older than eighteen. He must've saw something in you he really likes. And no doubt you're most likely not a virgin either. Am I correct?" Geeta inquires.

Aimee flushes slightly at the awkward question.

"No, I'm not. Does this mean he will get rid of me?" She asked.

Geeta shook her head. "No, you're not the only one he has taken who wasn't a virgin. At least three of the other girls that came here were already not virgins either. He prefers them but doesn't demand it. I hear he likes the ones who have some experience under them too."

"How long have you been here, Geeta?" Aimee asks softly.

The young girl bites her lip and looks away. "I'd say around seven months now."

If Aimee didn't know any better, she could tell the young girl was trying to hold back tears. She opened her mouth to say something else to her. But Geeta beat her to it.

"You really should dry off and get ready. I'm suppose to escort you down." Geeta replied, before leaving the bathroom.

Aimee closed her mouth and eventually followed her out. Geeta was over by one of the windows in the room, staring out of it. The young human woman walked over to the large bed and looked over the outfit. She had quite a puzzled look on her face upon noticing the articles.

"Umm, Geeta? Where are the rest of the clothes? I only see what looks like a scrap of fabric that could barely pace as a bra and another stringy looking piece of fabric next to it." Aimee said.

Geeta turned to her briefly. "That IS your entire outfit. It's how most of us are dressed."

"You're kidding." Aimee said, disbelievingly.

The servant girl shook her head. "No, now please hurry up. Less we make him mad. I can't tell you enough on how bad his punishments could get if you displease or disobey him."

Aimee was about to still say; No. Until she noticed the petrified look on the young girl's face. With a sigh, she turned around and let the towel drop to the floor. She then first grabbed the fabric that was meant to cover her bottom. Which was a joke, because the only thing it covered for the most part was her pussy. Which was a mere small triangular piece of soft material. Whereas the back was and the part that went around her waist was little more than a piece of string. It was basically a thong and that meant her ass would be hanging out.

She begrudgingly slipped it up her legs, before turning to the last article of clothing. Aimee struggled slightly with putting it on. So Geeta came over and helped her. It too was mostly made of string. Geeta swiftly tied it around Aimee's chest. The top instantly reminded her of those bikini top bathing suits, the ones with small triangular pieces that covered you're breasts just enough. Only these triangular pieces were even smaller. If someone were to slightly push one of the pieces aside, her areolas would show.

This was disgusting and degrading! Hell, even the somewhat skimpy clothes Frieza gave her covered way more skin than this! No, she refuses to live like this, and she sure as hell was not going to be dressing like this for the duration of her stay here. Aimee almost said life. But she still refuses to believe that being a possibility at this point. She will find a way out of here. There is also that bit of hope that Frieza will still come for her as well. Aimee can only continue to hope that he will be able to find her.

"You're all set. We really need to go now. We're probably already a little late for his liking. So let's go." Geeta said, hastily.

The young alien girl lightly grabbed Aimee's forearm and started pulling her towards the bedroom door. The thick door slide open for them. They both left and turned right only to come to an abrupt stop with a gasp. Standing right before them, was Ajax himself, and by the looks of it he already seemed a but pissed. He glared down at them with his thick muscular arms crossed over his chest.

"Just what in the hell took you so long!? You were in there for about twenty-five minutes!" He snapped.

Geeta's eyes widened and she started to panic. "We're so sorry, Master. She needed help with her outfit and..."

She was quickly cut off with a backhanded slap to the face. Which made her yelp in pain and drop to the floor. Aimee quickly went to the young girl's aid. Who had her hand on her sore and swollen cheek, and was trying not to cry. Because crying only made him hit you more.

"I don't want to hear any of you're pathetic excuses. This is the fourth time within the last couple weeks you have screwed up with my demands." He growled.

Geeta flinched with a whimper. While Aimee started rubbing her arms in reassurance. A smile slowly crept onto his face.

"You know, Geeta. You're starting to look more like a young woman now instead of a little girl. I think it is finally time to have some fun with you. It's no secret that lately, I've been getting a hard on when I have seen you these past few weeks. I'm aching to sink my shaft into that ripe virginal body of yours." He purred, while rubbing a hand over his crotch.

That's when Geeta couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

"No," Geeta muttered weakly under her breath.

"Get up, girl. We're going to my quarters for some much needed alone time." He ordered.

Geeta shakily got to her feet with some soft sobs. Aimee stood with her. She had to do something, she cannot stand by and let this monster have his way with this young innocent girl. No doubt he will seriously hurt her during the act.

"Wait." Aimee said.

Ajax turned his steely gaze to the human woman.

"Yes, slave? What is it?" He asked.

"Take me back to your room instead. I'll do whatever you ask of me." Aimee said, without any hesitance and reluctance.

Geeta turned her stunned gaze to the older woman. Surprised that she would not only stick up for her, but voluntarily take her place.

He chuckles, "Anxious are we? Don't worry, I'll get to you soon enough. But this tight and pure little bitch has been teasing me with a boner for quite sometime now."

Aimee didn't back down though.

"Really? And here I thought you might want some more experience. Because if you really have an aching boner, it's best to be taken care of by someone who knows what they're doing instead of someone who will fumble around with it." Normally she wouldn't be saying such things or about to do this with someone who is apparently very dangerous.

But a young girl's life was on the line. Aimee felt she needed to do everything to shift his focus off of Geeta and onto herself. She boldly undid her top and let it drop to the floor. Putting her bare chest on display for him. He eyed her with hungry approval. She stood in front of Geeta and slightly puffed her chest out. A cool draft in the hall hit her, making her nipples harden. Meanwhile, his eyes started to dilate with lust. Then his gaze left her chest and met her her stare.

"Fine, since you got me all worked up; I'm expecting you to fix it. Now let's go." He said, and non too gently grabbed her upper arm.

Ajax did one brief glimpse at Geeta before leaving.

"Go and help Alya down in the kitchens. And be quick about it." He barked.

The young girl jumped at his snippy tone, but quickly nodded nonetheless and rushed down the hall. She casted one last glance at Aimee. The older woman could tell she was grateful but also a little worried for her. Ajax started pulling her down the opposite end of the hall.

With Frieza...

He reached the building in no time. No surprise, the front door was being guarded. But when the two men noticed who just landed in front of them, they knew who it was, and quickly became nervous.

"Wha...What? Lord Frieza? What are you doing here?" One of them stuttered.

Instead of answering the two petrified men, he made a move. Quicker than any of them could blink, he was upon them. The tyrant sent a kick to one man's abdomen with such force that he flew through a several metal walls through a few of the neighboring buildings. Then he grabbed the head of the other guard, and with a sickening twist; snapped his neck.

Frieza blasted a hole through the thick metal door that was the entrance and went inside. The blast was enough to shake the whole building. The guards on that floor quickly fled to the entrance to see what had happened. Once they got there, none of them stood a chance against the Galactic Emperor. he quickly and fluidly disposed of them in a matter of moments.

Until there was only one left standing. The man was blue in the face and visibly shaking. Frieza appeared in front of him with a glare.

"I will ask this only once. Where is Shar?" The tyrant said, in a low deadly tone.

"He...he's three floors below. I...believe he's in one of the Rec Rooms with a couple other dealers." He replied with a whimper.

The tyrant smirked, "Thank you."

That was all he said, before he shot a death beam through the unfortunate guard's head. Blood and brain matter shot out the back of his head, painting parts of the walls and floor in a rather gory scene. The man's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he dropped to the floor. By then Frieza made his way further down the hall. He noticed an elevator, but decided on a different entrance altogether.

Frieza outstretched his arm, palm down to the floor. Then he proceeded to shoot a ki blast through it. The sound of the small explosion echoed off the walls and rattled the entire area. He jumped down his newly made entrance to the floor Shar was supposedly on. Guards on each floor were running around in a slight panic unsure of what just happened and what was going on.

When they spotted the tyrant making his way down the hall, most of them froze briefly. Like the first couple guards, they knew who he was. Because of this, neither of them dare fire their weapons at him. Instead they started making a hasty retreat. Trying to put as much distance between them and Frieza. He didn't pay them any mind.

Instead he focused in on Shar's energy signature. Eventually, he tracked it down to one of the doors on the left. The tyrant smashed the keypad on the wall next to the door, making the heavy door slide open. He was met with a cacophony of startled gasps, whimpers, and yelps. The room was filled with many young women and some children. Before them, stood Shar, along with two other men.

The two men had an equal look of horror on their faces along with the female captives. Shar, who still had his back to Frieza, stiffened and slowly turned to face the Evil Emperor. To say Shar was shocked was an understatement. He was completely flummoxed.

"Frieza!? What are you doing here!?" He gasped.

At this point, the other two terrified men had quickly fled the room.

Without taking his blood red orbs off of his former comrade, he spoke.

"All of you leave, Now." Frieza ordered.

The women not waiting around to be told twice, started pouring out of the room. The tyrant didn't pay any mind to them as they cautiously walked around him and out of the exit. They were scared but relieved that they were at least free now.

It took a couple minutes, because there were quite a few of them in there. But eventually, it was just the two of them. Shar was trying so hard not to show he was intimidated or scared.

"I will ask again. Why are you here?" Shar asked.

Frieza responded by pointing a finger at Shar and letting loose a couple death beams. Each one hit the bigger man's knees, blowing them out. Shar dropped to his already mangled knees with a pain filled cry.

"Don't you dare act so vacuous with me! You know why I am here! I will only ask this once! Where is she!?" Frieza spat.

"I will not tell you. Especially, if it means my own demise." He rasped.

His statement was followed with another yell of pain. As Frieza shot two more death beams at him. Each one went through his shoulders.

"How about, I promise not to slowly torture it out of you if you tell me now." The tyrant said.

Shar let out a raspy chuckle.

"You may as well go for it. Because as I said, I know you will only kill me once I tell you." He replied.

Frieza clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at the injured man. He really was not in the mood for games right now. But if the old bastard was gunning for it, then so be it. His pale tail shot out and wrapped around Shar's neck. He made a choking sound as he was lifted into the air. Frieza sent a devastating punch to Shar's gut. In turn, the bigger man coughed up blood from the impact.

"This is your last warning, Shar. Tell me where she is and I won't start blasting you're libs off one by one." Frieza said.

Shar let out another weak chuckle. "Wow, this little bitch must have given you some good pussy if you came all this way to rescue her."

Not happy with his response, Frieza shot a ball of ki at him. Shar's chuckle quickly turned into a high pitched screech as his left arm exploded. He couldn't move or do anything, because the tyrant was still holding him up in the air by his neck with his tail. Where his arm was, was now a bloody stump.

"Where is she?" Frieza snapped again.

Shar didn't answer him, because he knows how it will end if he does. Instead he let out a slight growl and spat some blood at Frieza's face. Small dark purple spats of blood colored the tyrant's pale cheeks. Frieza snarled at this and shot another ball of ki at Shar. The man let out another blood curdling scream as his other arm was blasted to pieces just as the first one was.

Now he had no arms, just stumps spurting out blood all over the metal floor.

"This will end when and if you want it to. All you need to do, is just tell me where she is." Frieza told him.

Shar started to become lightheaded and slightly dizzy from blood loss. At this point, he came to the dreaded conclusion that there wasn't a way out of this. He was quickly loosing a lot of blood. He was also in a tremendous amount of pain. His blurring vision quickly came back into focus when he saw the tyrant draw back his hand again and began charging up another ball of ki.

"Alright!" Shar croaked, not being able to take the excruciating pain any longer.

"Well, out with it!" Frieza snapped.

"She...she was sold. To one of this quadrant's...most wealthy businessmen." He said, starting to struggle with coherent sentences.

"Give me his name!" Frieza demanded.

Shar coughed up more blood a couple times, before answering.

"Ajax. His name is Ajax. He...lives about 577 kilometers west of here in...in an establishment just outside Ringe Town. Dammit please! Put me in a healing tank!" He begged.

Frieza didn't say anything for a moment. His glare turned into a slight smirk.

"Alright, as you wish." The tyrant replied.

He shot a hole through the ceiling. then Frieza leapt through the hole with Shar still in his grip. He cleared the building within a few moments and now hovered several meters above it. By now, Shar was struggling to stay conscious.

"Have a good last flight." Frieza said.

Then he threw Shar up into the air and charged up a death cannon. Not a moment later, he shot it towards the dying man. Shar let out one more weak scream as his whole being was obliterated by the massive blast. All that remained was a cloud of smoke.

Once Frieza finished with him, his gaze turned west over the horizon. Wasting no more time, he quickly took off in that direction. It was only a matter of time now. He just hopes that time is still on his side.

Until Next Time ;)