*Why?* A yawning despair opened up. *Brandon won. Who can challenge him? We'll be tortured for eternity.**You have to keep hoping. There always is a c...ance! Don't give up, Lana.* Chantelle reached out, holding my hand, giving me a squeeze.I didn't squeeze back. She was wrong. There was no hope.I plodded along behind the endless chain of prisoners, leaving behind the slaughtered daughters of Lilith as they howled in endless pain, their bodies dismembered. My Cora was out there. She had been. In some respects, she was a superior creature than some of the females of my own faith, but in the final analysis, she was still an infidel and unworthy of my long-term use of her admittedly desirable nubile body.She showed the level of her training by immediately stretching out on the bed face down with her legs slightly parted so that I might judge the wetness of her female slit. I decided that this would be with the cane so that she would remember her sins. I showed it to her and watched her. Was this life better than what he had to look forward to back in human space? Had his job taking inventory of cargo and repairing broken vending machines been fulfilling? He had signed up to be a combat engineer, trained for battle, but he had eventually ended up on that damned station where the most pressing work available to an engineer was routine maintenance.He might never be safe from Rawling’s goons, either. Even if the man was sent to a military penitentiary, there were always ways for. Matt and I had something planned one day... at his house. He said his parents wouldn’t be home. At the last minute, I found out that I had to go to my Aunt’s wedding the same day. When I told him, he got really mad. The next day, he took me to the movies. He told me that since I bailed on him the other day, I had to... ‘suck his dick’ in the bathroom stall. Of course I didn’t want anyone to see, so I said no. Th-then he s-slapped me”“Wow...” I said. I had just found out that she was damaged.