A/N Welcome to the new one-shot! As always let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy. Cheers :)

Warning: Sexual content

The lower deck of the Live-Aboard starship Osiris isn't the most pleasant of places. It stinks of body odour, the lingering scent of sex and there's always the occasional waft of rotten garbage. It's a place where the lowest of the low reside in, such as; criminals, homeless, merchants and also prostitutes, like myself. The general scum of the ship, as were commonly referred to by the people up-top. And as our crude name suggests, most of the people aren't the nicest down here. Which means in order to survive you need to be as harsh as the rest of them.

However, this brutish place hasn't always been the one I've called home. My birthplace rests beyond the stars and far, far away. The memory of my planet, Ophir, had become clouded over the six years I'd spent trapped on Osiris, and I'd sadly forgotten what most of my home world looked like. I'm only positive that I used to live in a small hut surrounded by thick woods. I remember the rising of the two suns in the sky and the walls of the home I grew up in – but unlike the rest, the clearest memory I have is the night I was taken away, although I prefer not to reminisce over the painful past.

Walking along the side of the street, I was nearly approaching a pair of guards in their white armoured uniforms. Armed with battens and taser's, there in charge of patrolling the different sector levels of the ship. But unlike up-top, these guards aren't so much concerned with our safety and they usually turn a blind eye unless they find it interesting. Keeping my head down, I went to pass the guards when a firm hand gripped my arm to stop me. I halted and looked up at the familiar face of the guard. Leander is one my usual customers and human.

"Just the girl I was thinking about" he smirked, his green eyes running hungrily up and down my body. Leander's definitely not the worst I've ever had, but he's certainly not the best. Unlike a majority of my customers he takes little effort and always finishes rather quick "You free tonight? I was thinking on paying you a visit"

"I'm never free, you know that. But your always welcome to stop by" I said with a smile on my plump lips "I know how tense you get after a long day of work" I slipped my arm out of his grip "Tonight then?"

"I'll be there" he nodded with a grin while leaning in to kiss me, but at the last minute I moved out of his way and continued to walk down the side street. In my line of work, being somewhat of a prude is a good thing. No male of any species wants a girl he can easily get. It's the mystery, the illusiveness that keeps them coming back. It also helps that I have youth, health and a decent appearance on my side.

Continuing on my journey, I made my way up to the middle level of Osiris; which is where all of the other ships dock with their cargo, passengers and other things. The starship Osiris is not only a Live-Aboard, but it's also a pit-stop of sorts for travelling ships to refuel and service any broken parts that they may have. This means it's a much busier level and there's all sorts of species roaming about; some more dangerous than others, some smarter and some that are uglier.

Passing through the sea of people, I was sometimes bumped by the shoulder or gawked at with either disgust or desire because of the almost transparent dress I'm wearing. Thin in material it's coloured a plain beige-pink and it's held on my body by a tie behind my neck. The dress is also sleeveless, which allows for my petite figure and slender arms to be shown.

When I first arrived on Osiris after being taken from my home planet, I was almost immediately sold to a human man by the same of Crasis; with peppered hair and a slim figure, he has a rather cunning personality with a good mind for business. And after learning in the art of pleasure at the tender age of thirteen, I started working in his brothel. Paying off my debt didn't take long, so in the last three years I've made my master a very wealthy man which in turn made me a valuable asset.

However, I'm no fool. Crasis may think of me as a good investment now, but it won't be that way forever. One day when I'm used up and no longer wanted, I'll either be sold to work in the mines or taken to be killed behind an alley somewhere. Either way, that isn't the way I intend to go which is why I've been trying to figure out how to get out of here before it's too late.

Walking up to a small cubicle like stall, I waited in line to get to the register where a Garloid stood behind the glass screen. Big, with thick limbs and a pair of sunken in yellow eyes, his skin is orange tinged and reptilian like. He also has two tusks coming from either side of his chin and he didn't particularly smell nice when I approached.

"I'm here to receive a package for my master Crasis" I spoke. The Garloid turned around and sifted through metal draw units. Making me sign a document, he slid a medium square sized box through the gap that had been cut into the glass screen "Thank you"

Taking hold of the item it wasn't heavy but it wasn't light either, and as I made my way back to the lower level and toward the brothel I wondered what was inside of it. The box has carvings etched into its glossy wood finish and it seemed to be delicate, but I'm not brave enough to try and take a peek or rattle it though. I'd be in incredible trouble if I were to give it to Crasis broken.

Heading down the foot path, my sandals patted along the metal surface of the ground and as I walked along the market place, I saw something glint from my peripherals. Stopping, I took a moment to walk under the tent. I probably shouldn't have stopped, but it's not often that I get to be outside and by myself.

Finding the object, I picked it up to see it was a bracelet made of dangling glittering stones. It was almost hypnotising at how it dazzled in front of me. Running my fingers over it, a Bogathai with four beady eyes and two antenna's approached me with a grunt "You like?" he asked with a click of his tongue.

"That depends. How much is it?" I asked.

"Seven units" he replied, which in other words is a lot of money. A single unit equals a hundred credits "Tell me what's in the box. We could trade"

I looked down at the object I carried before shaking my head "It's not mine and I don't know what's inside" focusing my eyes back on the tall Bogathai, his head cocked to the side as his antenna's twitched "Is there any chance you could lower your staggering price?"

He chuffed "I'll give it to you for six units, if you give me an hour of your time" mulling it over in my mind, I didn't have a whole hour to spare and if Crasis were to find out, he'd shut me in a closet for days on end without food or water. I couldn't afford the risk.

"Fine. Seven units" it was stupid of me to spend all that money, but I've never owned anything of any high value in my entire life. It was also beautiful "I'll be – "

"Move runt" feeling a strong hand on my shoulder I was pulled back from the counter. Stumbling a bit, a man in a black leather trench coat took my place. Standing tall and muscular like a brick wall, I stared at his back with a growl on my lips. Did he just pull me away?

Biting my tongue, I tried the polite approach first "Excuse me, I was here first" the stranger didn't acknowledge my words and neither did the Bogathai. It appeared to me they were making a deal of some sort over spare parts or something along the lines "Were you taught to be this rude, or were just born this way – Skol'gish"

That got his attention.

Skol'gish is a very unpleasant word that I've heard a lot of times aboard Osiris. I shouldn't have said it, but unfortunately I did. Watching as the strangers back tensed, he slowly turned around to look me up and down and I didn't dare move a muscle. However, now that he was facing me I could see the bottom half of his face, as the hood of his coat covered the rest.

Towering over me, I saw that he has a chiselled jaw with a hint of brown stubble along with a pair of thin lips. I swallowed dryly. The stranger had yet to say anything. I didn't know, was he going to do something or just stand there?

Before I had time to conjure another thought, the stranger had lunged forward to grab a clump of my hair and I had frighteningly dropped the box I was holding. I hoped to all the stars that whatever is inside wasn't broken, but for now I have to deal with the situation I had stupidly gotten myself into. I should have left it be. I should have never of come over here in the first place.

Stupid.

Tightening the painful grip on my locks, he pulled me to stand with my back flush against his firm chest. I felt it then, the sharp blade of a dagger pressing under my chin and against my neck "Is the runt yours?" grumbled the stranger with a low masculine voice.

"Not mine" replied the Bogathai "She belongs to Crasis"

The stranger immediately snickered "A whore?" I hated that word, it sounded disgusting to my ears. I preferred entertainer or at the very least, prostitute "Filthy words from a filthy mouth" I squirmed in the strangers hold.

"Your one to talk" I snapped back before biting my tongue. I need to stop talking. Stepping forward, the stranger nudged me until the counter top was digging into my hips and I was forced to bend over it; my breasts squished against the smooth surface as the stranger's body pinned me down. I could feel him pressing against my backside.

"I would keep your mouth shut" he threatened "Your Master wouldn't appreciate damaged goods"

"Aye, take this elsewhere Xyndaryn. You're scaring my customers" grunted the Bogathai as he stood on the other side of the counter, his arms crossed. I stilled after that, my throat going dry as my eyes widened a little. I was confused for a moment, I thought the stranger was human by what I could tell. But then again I couldn't see his markings because of what he's wearing; tattoos that show status and other things.

Xyndaryn is worse, much worse. There the kind that took me from my home – from my family. There the kind that kill entire villages whether it's for money or not. I've been good at avoiding their violent presence up until now – until I insulted one without knowing what he really was. After a moment, the stranger let me up.

"Run while you can little runt"

Taking a step back from me, the stranger allowed me to pick up the box I had dropped before running off. Feeling my heart hammer beneath my chest, I was light headed as I constantly looked over my shoulder. I didn't want him following me. I didn't want him anywhere near me. Moving as fast as I could, I saw a few people, mostly males, lingering outside the familiar brothel.

Unlike most establishments, Crasis offers something more refined. There's no half-dressed woman waiting outside for the whole ship to see, but instead it's neat and tidy. The inside was no different, well-kept with proper rooms for each of us workers and even a lounge space with a bar for the customers.

Heading up the three steps to go inside the double doors of the two story brothel, I made my way through the open planned space and over to Crasis's office. Knocking on the door firmly, I waited for his voice "Enter"

Opening the door I stepped inside and closed it behind me. Oddly enough for a man of his profession, Crasis didn't enjoy the sound or smell of sex. He always liked to listen to the music of his home-word and he always has scented candles lit within his office to give a gentle aroma that made you instantly relax.

However, relaxed is far from what I'm feeling. I didn't forget that I'd dropped Crasis's package earlier and I still didn't know if it was broken. Gently placing the box down onto his desk I took a step away "I was wondering when you might return" he said "Did anyone ask you questions?"

I shook my head "No"

"Very good" he said while running his fingers over the lid of the box.

I watched him for a second or two, holding my breath and waiting to see if he might open it. Instead he continued to admire the outside, as if it were one of his exotic paintings. I was curious "Master Crasis. May I ask what's inside?"

He pushed his chair pack a little ways and I became a little worried that I might have offended him. Crasis is gentler and more lenient toward me than most of the other girls, but it doesn't mean he won't still punish me if he thinks I've stepped over the line "Come here and I'll show you" he patted his knee and I hesitantly walked around his desk to sit on his lap.

Keeping my eyes on the box settled on his table, one of Crisis's hands rested on the low of my back while his other hand reached to unclasp the lock before lifting the lid. The inside of the box is lined with red felt and resting on a red satin cushion is something I least expected "It's an egg" I spoke. My brows knitted together as my eyes took in the detail. Relatively big with faded red scales covering it, the texture looked old and almost stone like.

"It's no ordinary item" explained Crasis while taking my hand, making my fingers touch the rough surface of the scales "It's a dragon egg" I pulled my hand away, as if the touched had seared my flesh. Crasis chuckled "It isn't alive. It died a long time ago and this is all that's left – unhatched remains turned to stone over the countless millennia. But it's beautiful, isn't it?"

I nodded my head. It's indeed beautiful. I'd never seen a dragon egg before, but I do know they were ferocious beasts before they were all hunted down and killed for glory or their hides "How did you get it?" it must be incredibly rare.

There was silence before Crasis patted my leg "That's enough questions for today. You have customers to tend to" he jolted his leg a little and I stood up "Go on" he gestured.

Leaving his office to head back to the parlour, light music and the smell of alcohol and sex instantly hit my senses. The scent used to repulse me when I first came here. It made my stomach turn and the sounds of moaning used to keep me up all night. I hated it, but now it was just life. Something I'd gotten used to. Scanning the crowd, I saw women of all kinds leaning against walls, sitting on lounges and flirting their way with customers.

Their all unique and interesting in their own way.

Gasping a little out of shock, my eyes widened a fraction when I suddenly felt strong hands grope at my backside and a warm fan of air tingle the side of my neck. I turned around to see who it was when I peered up into the onyx eyes of a Dramalian. With short pointed ears, pale skin and long white hair that has little braids either side, his hands continued to caress my waist before scrunching a piece of the fabric to pull me closer.

Dramalian's aren't very talkative and I've found there actions always tell you what they really want. But like a handful of particular species, they always make me somewhat uncomfortable. In this case, it's because I can never tell where their looking. There pitch black eyes unnerved me to say the least, but never the less I didn't decline and led him upstairs to my quarters.

Box shaped, my room has just enough space to hold a double bed and wardrobe. However, I'd been graced with a small balcony that overlooks the view of the street below and the other buildings. To me, the lower level of the Live-Aboard Osiris looks just like a city, only it's in a very large starship with artificial lights that have a simulated cycle of day and night.

The curtains that draped around the balcony door entrance are similar in material of my dress and the pinkish-beige colour offers a sensual tone to the room. Heading over, I was going to close the door to my room to give us some privacy when I was suddenly stopped. A little shocked, I found it to be Crasis as he entered.

"Apologies" he said to the Dramalian "But unfortunately she won't be available tonight. However, Larita will be more than happy to take care of your needs for the night" Crasis gestured to the woman waiting behind him with a seductive look on her face. Peering down at me for a second, the Dramalian then nodded before moving past Crasis to follow the girl.

Closing the door so that were in private, I felt afraid as to why he was here taking my customers away. Did he find out I dropped the package he'd sent me to get? I was nervous and starting to feel sick to the stomach "What's going on?" I asked lightly.

"A request has been brought to my attention. A new customer is willing to pay a lot of money to have you for the night and I've agreed. So for the remaining hours, I want you to make him happy" spoke Crasis with a firm tone "Very happy" I nodded with an internal sigh of relief. At least I'm not in trouble.

"Where is he?" I then asked. I don't see anyone else beside myself and Crasis.

"He's waiting in my office. Quickly, freshen yourself" he instructed before holding out a strip of black material "And when you ready, put this on. He wants you to wear it" taking what I assumed to be a blindfold, Crasis gave me one last look before leaving my room.

Taking a moment to calm myself and catch my breath, I stepped over to my wash basin and mirror. Grabbing a towel I cleaned the spaces and crevices of my body before adjusting my hair and clothing. Clutching the strip of black cloth, I admit to feeling hesitant about blinding myself. I don't like not being able to see, but it's not as if I have a choice in the matter.

Wrapping the cloth around my head, I tied it nice and tight so that it wouldn't move or fall off. Feeling around for the edge of my bed, I felt it with a couple of steps and sat down. All I have left to do is wait and within a couple of minutes, I heard my door creak open. I shivered as my heart beat picked up a little.

The door clicked shut again and I thought he had left my room as he hadn't spoken for a while. His voice suddenly filled the room "Can you hear me?" he questioned.

"Yes" I nodded.

"Then follow my voice" he said. Standing up from the edge of my bed, I moved one step at a time and followed the direction I heard his voice. Slowly trailing over, I reached out my hands when I heard him again – except he was speaking from behind me "Over here" How did he get over there? I didn't even hear him move.

Turning on the spot, I directed myself over to the other side of the room and I stopped when I bumped into my wardrobe. I flushed with embarrassment and annoyance. Why did I have to find him? Why does he have to play around? I had half a mind to rip this blindfold off and throw it at him.

"Getting frustrated?" he teased.

His voice was behind me again but just off to my left, so he was close. Controlling myself, I turned and moved over to my bed where I thought he might be. With my arms still outstretched, the tips of my fingers eventually felt leather. Shifting forward a little more, my hands leant down to rest on what I assumed to be his shoulders. The man's arms wrapped around my waist. He must be sitting down.

Pulling me to him, my legs parted as I sat on his lap. My arms wrapped around his neck and I could feel his warm breath fanning over my face "How come you won't let me see?" I asked curiously. Would he ever let me take the blindfold off?

"Isn't it better?" he asked while roaming his strong hands up along my thighs and under my dress "I can be whoever you want me to be"

"Maybe I like you just the way you are"

"I doubt it" he said with a hint of amusement. Picking me up into his arms as the man stood, my legs wrapped around his waist as I gasped. I could feel his strong arms as he turned on the spot before laying us down on the bed with a slight bounce of the mattress. A small smile etched on my lips. This might not be as bad as I thought it would.

"Can I at least know your name?" I asked while directing my covered eyes up to the roof. I see nothing but pitch black. However, now that I think about it, I can feel and hear more clearly than before. As if certain things have been heightened, like the touch of the man's lips as he reached down to kiss me and the weight of his body as he laid atop of me.

With my legs still wide open as the man nestled between, I had almost forgotten my question until he pulled away with an answer "Baraxis" he replied. It was an interesting name. I admit, it's not one I've ever heard before.

Starting to trail wet kisses down my jaw and neck, he wandered them down my chest before reaching up to pluck free the string around my neck. Hooking his fingers into the straps, he dragged the fabric of my dress down my body as he continued his speckle of kisses. I've never had someone do this to me before. They never usually bothered with something so caring – something that lovers would do.

Soon my dress was discarded and I was left lying completely naked beside the strip of fabric over my eyes. Feeling the kisses become more sensitive the lower south he travelled, my lips parted with a sigh when he planted one right on my sensitive bundle of nerves. Kissing along my slit, he dragged me a little ways down the bed before propping my legs up over his shoulders.

Licking a trail up from near my entrance to the top, he flattened his tongue before swirling. My body instantly shuttered and my legs clamped on the man from the jolts of pleasure I was receiving. Gripping the fabric of the sheets in a white knuckled grip, moans left my mouth as he worked his delicious tongue in the most beautiful way.

Feeling the warm pooling between my legs, the temperature in the room seemed to rise as I became flushed. An orgasm was swiftly approaching and if he kept going like he was, I might not be able to keep it down. We still have the entire night to go yet and it's only been half an hour. Reaching down, I threaded my fingers into a small patch of short hair.

"You should stop" I panted.

He pulled away "Do you want me to?"

I moved my fingers from his hair "No. But – " I didn't get a chance to finish what I wanted to say before his tongue started lapping up between my thighs again; his lips sucking and his hands massaging my legs. My heart was racing when I felt the coil inside of me reach its breaking point. Snapping with an intense tug, pitched and deep moans fell without control as a wave of pleasure raked over me from head to toe.

Humming as the high started to leave my body, my lungs breathed in and out as I calmed myself. I felt relaxed and good – like I usually feel after a decent orgasm "I told you" I said.

"Told me what exactly?" still down near the edge of the bed, Baraxis pecked the inside of my thighs and blew cold streams of air onto the patch between. It tickled and I bit my lip to stop from giggling. Removing himself from me, my legs flattened back down against the bed and I was left a little cold from the loss of his warmth.

"Men don't like it when women cum first" I then explained.

"Is that so?" he hummed. I could hear the rustle of his leather jacket and the sound of his boots being dropped to the floor. He was getting undressed. If I wasn't already curious, I definitely am now. I want to know what he looks like "I don't seem to mind. I find it enjoyable"

"Then you're one of the few" the bed dipped as Baraxis moved back on top of me, his body resting in the same position as earlier. Resting his forearms either side of my head to keep most of his weight from crushing me, I took the time to roam my hands along his muscular shoulders, torso and back. He felt strong and firm, and every so often my fingers would graze over a jagged or bumpy bit of flesh – scars.

I wonder what happened or what he did to get them. Is he a fighter, a warrior or is he some mysterious assassin that doesn't want his identity to be seen. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind, some of them a bit childish than others, but I couldn't help myself. The new customer is a mystery to me. Fascinating.

Another moment passed when Baraxis had gotten up and moved back off the bed. My mind instantly went to the worst "I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" I asked with a panicked tone. He was fine one minute and then just as I was touching his body, he left. Sitting up on the bed I thought about taking my blindfold off but stopped. Maybe that's why I have to wear it, because he's sensitive of his body "I won't do it again if you don't want me to. I promise"

There was a brief pause "Come over here" he said. I hesitantly crawled to the edge of the bed and sat on the edge "Lower" carefully moving down on the ground, I sat on my knees and legs. Waiting, his hands gently but firmly gripped a patch of my hair "Open your mouth" doing as he says, I realized what he was doing and relaxed. At least he wasn't angry or upset enough that he was going to leave.

Holding my head still, I felt as he slowly eased himself into my mouth as far as he could before I gagged. Stopping, Baraxis started moving my head up and down his shaft and I followed along. Wrapping my lips around him to suck, he was relatively big from what I could tell so far. I heard the faintest grunts of approval and soon he'd let go of my hair so that I could move freely. Taking over, I sucked hard with longer strokes and when I ever-so-slightly grazed my teeth along the flesh of his shaft he drew pack with a little wet 'pop'.

Hooking his hands under my arms, Baraxis hauled me up onto my feet before turning me around and bending me over the edge of the bed. Kicking my legs apart, a firm smack landed on my backside with a sting. The palm of his hands ran up the length of my spine and my brows knitted together as he slowly eased himself into my opening.

My walls immediately started clenching from the intrusion and I felt as he massaged the soft globes of my backside. Pushing deeper and deeper until he couldn't go any further, his groin pressed up against mine as I stretched to accommodate his size. Arching my back from the sense of fullness, a hum of satisfaction sounded into the room before Baraxis drew almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

There was the familiar uncomfortable tightness and the slight sting, but it was nothing that I couldn't handle. Lying on the bed with my forearms supporting my weight, I kept that position as he went at his own slow and deep pace. It was different. It wasn't rushed like most customers; who just want to get in and get out before they have to pay any more for my company.

Moving my long brown locks over to one side, Baraxis grabbed hold of my hips before picking up the speed. Pulling me back into every slam of his hips, I heard the slap of our bodies as he started to batter into me. Moaning, his hands caressed my hips and I sighed every time his member would rub up against my walls in a certain way.

Pulling out of me, he tapped my legs "Move them together" joining my legs close, Baraxis placed a hand on my upper back to push my torso down lower; my chest pressing into the mattress. Moving, he sunk back into me with a smooth motion of his hips.

My jaw dropped a little as a chocked whimper left me. It was incredibly tight but that didn't hold him back. Resuming his quick hard pace, he slipped in and out at an even tempo; never once faltering. Focusing on the pleasure, my ears also picked up on the subtle squeaking of the bed frame and springs of the mattress. Moaning into the blanket and sheets, Baraxis took hold of my hair again; twisting it into a ponytail so he could hold onto it.

My breathing picked up when I felt the familiar tingle approach from a distance. It edged closer and closer and I chased it with a rock of my hips. Biting my tongue and lips as my eyes squeezed, I felt the wetness continue to pool between my legs and the cramp in my belly was almost unbearable. I was just about to orgasm again – until he pulled out without warning.

I wanted to ask what Baraxis was doing but refrained from saying it. He was paying for my time, not the other way around. Using the hold on my hair, I winced when he pulled me up so that I stood on my feet again; my back flush against his chest as he kissed along my neck. Wandering his hand down the flesh of my flat stomach, his fingers teased and rubbed at my clit. It felt good, but not as good as before.

I wanted to groan. Why did he have to stop?

"Ow" I squeaked when he pinched the little bud between my legs. Swatting his hand away, Baraxis cupped my sex "What did you do that for?"

"To see if you were paying attention"

"You could have asked me" I replied "I'd tell you"

"Tell me the truth?" he questioned. Letting go of me, I was pushed down onto the bed. Turned onto my back, he spread my legs and lied down on top of me "You girls aren't paid to tell me the truth. You're paid to smile and moan and tell me how incredibly good it feels. How I'm the best you've ever had" he filled me up with one quick thrust and I moaned as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist "So, little runt – does it feel good?"

I froze.

All feeling left my body and there was a moment of silence as I tensed. Quickly reaching up, I tore the blindfold off before my hands braced firmly against Baraxis' chest. Staring up into his steel grey eyes he wore a smirk on his thin lips. It was him – the Xyndaryn from the market. He was here in the brothel, with me – inside of me.

"No" I said shaking my head "No"

He made a mix between a scoff and a chuckle "I didn't think so" I pushed against his chest and I was starting to flail when he tisked "Before you get ahead of yourself runt, remember, I'm paying your Master a small fortune. You wouldn't want to disappoint either of us, would you?" I stopped resisting and thought about what he was saying. As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. I can't ruin tonight, not for Baraxis or for Crasis. I slowly shook my head in reply "Good girl" he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and flipped our positions.

Sitting atop of him, my legs are either side of his waist as I peered down with a clear view of his face and chiselled body. With short brown hair, he was indeed handsome in a rugged sort of way. He definitely looked like a man who could take care of himself, the scars and markings were proof enough. The small black runic symbols intricately scattered into his flesh would have mesmerised me had it been different circumstances.

"Why?" I asked just above a whisper. I was frightened of him now and also angered. I didn't want to believe that all this time he was the one making me feel this good.

"Because it's been a while since someone's ever had the courage to talk to me that way, let alone a girl like you" he replied.

There was a pause "I hate you" the words fell from my lips before I could stop myself "I hate your kind"

"Those are some serious accusations" he sighed with an amused look as he laid beneath me "What did my kind ever do to make you say such hurtful things?"

"You took me from my home, from the people I loved and you dumped me on this cesspool of a ship" I replied with a slight hiss to my words, my brows drawn together from my growing anger "That's what your kind did"

His steel grey eyes narrowed "I can't be blamed for the actions of my kin little girl. Worse things happen every day. You should consider yourself lucky you're not in the mines or dead" he sighed before reaching up and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear "If you work hard enough, you could buy your way out of this place. But if this is how you treat all of your customer, then I doubt you'll be going anywhere any time soon"

I glared at the Xyndaryn. Does he think this is funny? That he can joke about it? I bit my tongue and soon I tasted blood. I'm not staying in this room for another second. I don't care what Crasis does to me "Go fuck yourself" I hissed. Moving to climb off of him, Baraxis' hands grabbed a hold of my waist and I slapped him on the face in return.

Although it didn't seem to affect Baraxis as he grabbed my arms and pulled me down to lay on top of him. Holding my arms behind my back with a firm grip, I continued to flail so that I could free myself "Let go of me" I growled as my chin rested on his shoulder.

"Not until you calm down, runt"

"Just, stop it. Stop calling me that. Let me go. I don't want to be anywhere near you, you filthy, inbred, piece of shit! I hate you" Baraxis didn't listen, instead he held me to him until I became too exhausted to keep up my tantrum. Panting, I eventually slumped against him.

"Are you finished?" he questioned after a moment. I didn't reply "When I let you go, you won't hit me again" it wasn't a question.

Tightening my fists, Baraxis relieved his grip on my arms and I slowly sat up. Feeling him still hard inside of me, I glowered down at the Xyndaryn. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I can't do anything. Planting my hands on his chest, we stared at each other as I raised myself up with my knees so that the tip was all that was left and I gritted my teeth when I pushed back down.

All I can do is my job – to satisfy another customer.

Repeating my movements, I pumped up and down before rocking my hips. Feeling his warm and strong hands caress the flesh of my thighs, I picked up the pace before slapping him clean across the face with no hesitation. I could tell by the sour expression that he wasn't impressed. Grabbing me, Baraxis turned us over so that he was on top. Grabbing a clump of my hair he thrusted his hips and was hammering me so hard the headboard kept thumping against the wall.

My brows knitted as my lips parted with a moan. Raking my nails down the expanse of his back, I would smirk and laugh if they left scars. Hearing his grunt from the pain I inflicted, Baraxis held me in his arms before getting up from the bed. Taking a couple of steps I was slammed against the wall and I groaned. Pressing my lips against his, my legs wrapped around his waist as his groin slammed into mine. Feeling the depth he was going, the tip of his shaft kept hitting the wall of my uterus and it was both uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time.

Pushing his tongue into my mouth, I pinched it with my teeth and he drew back with a hiss as it bled. Grabbing a hold of my hair again, his teeth nipped all along my neck as he once again moved across the room. Swiping his hand out, he knocked the wash basin and other things out of the way before setting me down on the table.

To anyone passing by my room it would have sounded like a bunch of animals with the amount of noise we were making. Objects went flying here and there to crash against the floor and whenever I'd hit, slap or bite him he'd retaliate without fail. Moans and grunts filled the room. I would almost wager the whole of Osiris could hear us we were that loud.

Pulling out of me I turned around and braced my hands against the table as his hand gripped under my right knee, and he held it up enough to get a deeper angle. My lips parted from the thrilling sensation and as I stared into the mirror hanging on the wall in front of me, I watched as the Xyndaryn, the person I was supposed to loath, took me from behind; his toned chest pressing against my back.

Dropping my head so that I didn't have to watch myself, I felt that familiar feeling start to twist and turn in the pit of my belly. It was intense and wonderful. It made my tongue tingle and my lashes flutter, and when it finally hit me my muscled spasmed and I moaned louder than I ever had before. Feeling a warm gush fill me up, I continued to slowly ride out my orgasm along with his.

I was breathless as euphoria ran through my veins.

After a moment or two when we had enough time to collect ourselves, Baraxis pulled out to leave a wet ticklish trail to drip down my thighs. Standing up on both legs this time, I pushed back the few strands of hair as they clung to my damp skin. Briefly glanced behind me, I could see that he was shrugging on his black pants.

Moving around him, I grabbed my dress from the side of bed and stepped into it. Lacing the ties behind my neck, I sat on the edge of the mattress and faced the wall. Waiting until he got dressed, the Xyndaryn stood to pull on his black leather trench coat. He looked more familiar now that he was wearing the clothes I'd seen him with in the market.

I scoffed internally. I should have known it was him from the very beginning. I just wasn't expecting it. Getting up, I was walking over to the door to let him out when he grabbed a hold of my wrist. Pulling me to him, Baraxis reached into his pocket and pulled out the bracelet. The very same bracelet he so rudely interrupted me from purchasing earlier today. I couldn't believe it.

"A gift" he said while holding it up so that I could see.

"You can keep it" I replied firmly and with little kindness to his gesture.

He sighed before grabbing my wrist and clipping it into place "You were willing to fight me for it a few hours ago. Keep it" I didn't say a word as Baraxis moved around me to reach for the door. Turning the knob, he was about to leave when he paused "If you really want to leave this place, then meet me at the docks. I'll take you with me, wherever you want to go. You'll be safe" he said "I leave tonight, four hours from now. You have until then to decide"

After that the door clicked closed and I was left alone and confused. I was even shocked. Did the Xyndaryn really just offer me a ticket off of this place? Sitting back on the bed, my eyes were a little wide as I took it all in. Is this really real or a just a cruel trick? I didn't know. Taking deep breaths, my hands rubbed my chest as my heartrate increased.

Am I finally going to be free?

An hour went by where I just sat in my room staring blankly as I thought about Baraxis' words over and over again. Finally, a knock sounded on my door and I quickly snapped out of it and adjusted myself "Come in" I thought it might have been Crasis, but it was just another one of the girls. She had a worried look on her face as she came in.

"Sorry for interrupting but I wanted to see if you were alright. Some of the girls down the hall were starting to wonder if something had happened" she said before adding "It was loud and then nothing. Mira saw the man leaving your room. She thought you might have been hurt"

I gave a faint smile "No, everything's fine. I'm okay" I looked around at the broken furniture and mess off the sheets "I'll just clean up before I head back down stairs. I won't be long"

She nodded her head "As long as you're alright" watching as she closed the door, I took another deep breath in before getting up. Heading over to my wardrobe, I slid open the top draw of my wardrobe and took out the coin purse. I couldn't pack anything obvious as someone might see and stop me.

Cracking open the door of my room, I peeked outside to see if there was anyone about before making my way down the stairs. Carefully avoiding as many people as possible, I walked just outside the brothel door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Mira "There you are. I'm glad you're alright. I thought something was wrong" she said with a tone of relief. The thin looking woman with green tinged skin looked around confused "Where are you going?"

I stumbled for a bit, trying to think of something before I replied "Crasis wants me to run an errand for him. I won't be too long, I promise"

She smiled "Oh, well, I'll see you when you get back" I nodded with a smile of my own. Turning around I quickly headed out of the brothel and down the street before someone else stopped me.

Sticking to the alleyways that aren't used very much, my heart raced with every step I took. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm risking everything on the word of the Xyndaryn. I wanted to slap myself for being this idiotic but if I didn't take a chance, no matter who it was with, then how am I ever going to get out of here?

Heading up to the middle level, I took a long look around at the different ships and people. I must have seemed like a lost puppy standing in the middle of crowd with an anxious look on my face. Walking around I bumped into a few people here and there as it's always busy at the docks, but no matter how hard I looked I still couldn't seem to find the familiar face. Where was I supposed to go? He wasn't specific enough.

Walking over to the large clocks hanging on the wall, I found it's almost been three hours since Baraxis left the brothel. I'm running out of time and as every crucial minute ticked down, the more I started to regret my decision on running away. I started to feel stupider for believing the Xyndaryn's word so easily, but my desperation to leave this place was too strong to ignore the offer.

Stopping in the middle of the crowd, I was about to give up when I felt hands on my waist and the warmth of a body press up against me from behind. I had the thought that it might be Leander, but as I heard his voice rumble next to my ear, I knew my luck had hopefully changed "So you've decided?"

I nodded my head before turning around and looking up into the steel grey eyes of Baraxis "Yes. I want to leave. I want to go with you"

"Give me something in return and I will" he said. My hope was almost crushed until he added "Tell me your name" for some reason or another, butterflies tickled the inside of my stomach and I felt a smile tug on the corner of my lips. He's the first person to ever ask my name.

"My name is Eleria"