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CHYOA Guru
Nami nodded slowly. “All – all, right,” she said, softly. “I’ll do as you say.”
She got to her feet, a bit unsteadily, her legs numb and sore from kneeling for so long. Shivering, she made her way over to pick up her bag; one tiny fragment of normality to cling onto, one little thing that belonged to her. Her blaster was hidden inside – she dreaded the thought that she might have to use it, but it was something, at least.
She knew she wasn’t safe. She couldn’t trust Thassco – but what choices did she have? Naked from head to toe, stained, shamed and cowed, she meekly waited for him to show her where to go.
The two made their way into the bowels of the ship. Nami shivered from the cold she felt. As she looked around, she found on one of the walls, a monitor, replaying the scene she was in just a moment ago.
Soon, the two were on the lower decks, and she easily recognised this as the place where the slaves were kept.
Thassco walked to the first cell and opened it.
He nodded his head inside.
As Nami looked there, she found two Twi'lek girls chained to the bed. The flicker in their eyes, as they looked at her, was one of recognition. She did not need to search - she heard noises of recording from the monitors on the corridor.
There was a disgust and fear in their faces as they looked at the doctor.