There was silence while her mind raced. Nobody knew what to say.Well, she had to bite the bullet. There was no alternative, after all. The time to dec...ide was now and this poor girl was nearly her step-daughter in a sense. Pat wasn’t going to take her back, whatever she did. Was Rachel going to get her put into care or something? This small, pretty girl in a council care home, with all those news stories about what could happen there ... no. And whatever happened here the girl must not feel. "She looks down at me pityingly, "Just imagine what could happen to your poorass and nipples if she gets her 'thorns' into you," she gives a littlechuckle, "And Mistress Raven, Mistress Raven covers all the odd little timesand when I or Mistress Thorne are off. Mistress Raven has some very...specialised interests... " Mistress Divine gives a delicate little shudder,"I think you'd be horrified if you saw what she does to her little pets" Soo..." she moves over and sits beside me, one manicured. "Get up from your knees," Troy said, "We must talk."The men rose and Zole spoke to one of the men next to him. This man turned and jogged over to converse with the rest of the tribe. After hearing what he had to say they also fell to their knees. Troy instructed them to get up and after further conversation with Zole Troy motioned for the rest of the team to join him. The tribe gathered around them. Troy, not wanting to try and explain a transporter and planets to them simply said that he would. Monster twists away, protecting the gun and thrusts his shoulder into my face. My lips smash against my teeth and my noses crushes into his shoulder. Tattoo and Twin each seize an arm and I am rendered helpless in their powerful grip. Monster laughs as I struggle to free myself. He grabs me by the hair. “Struggle all you want, you belong to us now,” he sneers. They haul me forward and slam my chest down on a table. Tattoo and Twin hold me, bent over the table I can feel their combined weight.