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“That’s impossible,” I say, “How can two Rape Runners change everything, in a whole planet full of armed men?” Her smile gets wider still. Leesha wraps her arms around my neck and leans in as if she’s about to kiss me, but her mouth moves to my ear, not my face, sinking into the red tresses of my hair. Then in the quietest possible voice, so not even the cameras of the audience can hear her, she whispers just one word. “Ship.” 28 - Seventh My mouth actually hangs open, like a bad cliché, as the planet of Aghara-Penthay, my life, and my future all take a huge mental shift. She said “ship”. She actually said “ship”. Leesha knows where there’s a ship, down here in the Zone. A ship. That means we might be able to leave. Not just one – the survivor. All of us – Jasmeena, Leesha, me, even Ja-Alixxe. There might actually be a chance we could get out of this. “But where…” too astonished to think I’ve begun to speak, and Leesha pushes her small hand against my mouth to silence me. We’re on camera. The audience mustn’t know, those indian operating the screens would tip off the Hunters. We must seem like any other uneasy alliance of convenience in the Rape Run, until the moment it’s too late for them to stop us. I nod, to show to Leesha I’ve understood the need for secrecy. Slowly she lowers her hand. Then with a satisfied pat to my bare shoulder she turns from me, and resumes her quiet progress up the corridor. I pad along cpl behind her, stark naked but carrying a blaster. We continue this way for what feels like a long time – perhaps two hours. Unlike the buildings on the surface, everything below ground looks to be of recent construction, and well maintained. Periodically we pass ante-rooms, for the Slavers to rest, store items, and perform the functions of human life. But in none of them is a stitch of clothing. At one junction we witness something heartbreaking. Grilled cages are embedded into the underground walls, and just over half of them are occupied by naked slave women. These females shrink back as we approach, captivity instilling in them to fear any approaching human. It takes a few moments for them to be sufficiently reassured that we too are only women, and then the bolder ones approach the bars to look at us, locking fingers in the wire grids of the cage doors. The cages are locked by keypads, like the ones used to control entry to the hatches. “Can we help them?” I ask Leesha, my heart twisting in sympathy. She got half way up, and started back down, but again her tiny cunt betrayed her, and all her weight wouldn't cause her to drop. "Yeah, okay" Presley answered in between moans. You want to be raped. Instead, she went into the house, cpl returning a minute later with several bottles of water. "She was a high level servant at the kings court that I encountered a number of years ago when she seduced my fiancé." It points out in the woods, we all try to see what it’s pointing at. Some were full of disbelief. His hands moved beyond, counting each rib, completely bypassing her breasts to reach her neck. My tongue darted around. What caused her surprise indian was the fact that all the women were sitting around a single, oversized circular table.