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  “No!” she screamed. She fought but she couldn’t get away.

  The men hauled her higher, slamming her down on a large table-sized crate with enough force that pain tore through her back where she landed. The air was knocked from her lungs. Rough hands gripped her as they rolled her over onto her stomach. One of the men dropped on her, his body slamming down over her to pin her in place. Mira sucked air into her lungs. Her wrist was yanked above her, something closing over it so painfully that she screamed out. The other wrist was yanked upward and more pain shot up her arm as something pinched that wrist.

  “Nice,” a raspy voice hissed. “Where are the other ships?”

  “The jumper is approaching fast. The second ship is larger and slower.”

  “Pull back behind the asteroid. We’ll be off their sensors and we can jump them as we did the pod. By the time their proximity alarms go off we’ll have hooked them. It’s two for one day. We’ll have to let the larger ship go, unfortunately. We’ll lose them in the asteroid belt where they won’t dare follow us.”

  Hands gripped her hips and yanked them away from the crate as the weight lifted off her. The man who’d pinned her smelled horrible. She breathed through her mouth so she wouldn’t puke. The entire cargo bay smelled like garbage and rotted flesh so it wasn’t just his stench that was getting to her. She lifted her head, shaking the hair from her eyes, to see at least seven of the radiation mutants approaching her. The man behind her slid his hands around her waist and reached for the front of her pants.

  “What a nice one,” one of the men rasped.

  If snakes could talk Mira imagined this was what they would sound like. Fear struck her as the hand started to unfasten her pants. She’d heard horror stories about pirates who got their hands on women. She threw her hips forward, grinding her pelvis between the crate and the man’s hand, trying to smash it.

  She saw that her wrists were tied over the edge of the crate. Blood ran down one of her fingers. They’d bound her so tightly that her hands were going numb and the straps they’d used had cut into her skin. She yanked anyway, trying to break free. Pain made her gasp. The man behind her cursed as his knee slammed into the back of her thigh. Mira screamed.

  “Get the pants off. I want to fuck her before we attack the shuttle. We’ll see what goodies it is carrying. Maybe there are more women.” It was the man who’d first boarded the pod.

  “I’m worth a fortune for ransom,” Mira yelled in terror. “I work for Firmaline. They’ll pay heavily for my unharmed return.”

  The hand yanking at the front of her pants froze. Mira turned her head, glaring at the horrible-looking mutant gripping her. He looked at the first mutant she’d seen on the pod, indicating that he was the one in charge. That man stared at her with his two-tone eyes, one iris totally white, and she realized he had to be blind in that eye. His other eye was brown and milky looking. She stared into his eyes and tried not to show her horror at his bumpy and scarred features.

  “I’m Mirasia Carver. My family is rich as well. You could double ransom me. You could name your price. They won’t pay though if you hurt me,” she lied. Her family would still pay regardless of her condition as long as she was breathing. Firmaline wouldn’t. The company refused to pay for useless employees. If Mira were gang-raped she knew she’d be deemed useless because they would consider her unstable. “Think about it. Hurting me isn’t worth that kind of profit loss.”

  The man frowned. It twisted his misshapen lips horribly. His mouth opened and she saw missing and crooked blackened teeth. “What is your employee identification code?”

  Relief hit her. “Mirasia four-four-six-thirty-nine.”

  The man turned his head to shoot a look at one of the men. “Check it out. Contact them and see what they offer for her.”

  One of the men turned, almost running from the cargo area. The hand left Mira’s pants as the man behind her eased away from her body. Two-tone eyes moved closer, studying her. “Who is following?”

  She hesitated. “I don’t know. I thought they were pirates.”

  “How did you end up on a pod?”

  Lie, she thought frantically. “We had engine trouble. Because of my worth I was put on a pod for safety. The pod malfunctioned and jetted away from the ship. They aren’t the ones pursuing me though because they were off line for repairs.”

  The man who’d run away came back in less than a minute. “The asteroid field is blocking transmissions so there is no signal.”

  Another mutant came closer and rubbed the front of his pants. “I say we have her and just take her so we don’t break anything. They’ll pay if she’s not broken.”

  She shivered in revulsion. “They don’t pay if you rape me. They will deem me an unfit employee because of mental instability.” She didn’t have to lie about that. “I’m a sales representative who has to travel deep space often. I won’t be able to do that anymore if I’m attacked. They won’t mentally clear me for those missions. I’ll be useless to Firmaline and they won’t pay for my return. They always scan their employees before payment. If you’ve ever dealt with them for ransom then you know this.”

  “Captain,” a voice rasped from speakers. “The jumper is searching for us. It has entered the asteroid field.”

  Two-tone spun away. “Don’t touch her. Watch her. We’re going to take down the shuttle.”

  The pirates were going to attack the Rally. Fear for Flint’s safety hit Mira. He’d said the Rally was heavily armored so she prayed it was. If the pirates attacked the Rally though Flint might have to blow up the ship she was in. Her eyes traveled the cargo area, thinking it wouldn’t be a loss. It was a floating garbage tank as far as she could see and smell. The men on board were all radiation mutants who had turned to attacking space shuttles for profit and they were rapists too. She’d die but she’d rather do that than suffer their brutality.

  The ship vibrated as the engines came on. A high-pitched sound emitted when the engines shuddered. Fear hit her. The ship was in really bad shape. She heard metal groan, wondering what that meant, knowing for sure that it couldn’t be anything good. Seconds later men started yelling.

  “What is going on?” the man who was guarding her yelled out.

  Another mutant ran into the cargo area from the direction from which the others had disappeared. He ran for the far corner. “They have weapons,” the man shouted as he ran. “We’ve been damaged. I’m sealing my ass in the tank so when the hull ruptures I’m not sucked out.”

  “Fuck,” the man behind her rasped. He ran for that corner too, leaving Mira strapped over the wooden crate.

  The engines died slowly. They didn’t just shut off. They groaned and shook. At least the high-pitched sound died with the engines. A painful jolt ran up Mira’s legs from her feet on the floor. Something had hit the ship hard enough to cause the metal to send shock waves through the floorboards. She yanked her feet up so she lay on top of the crate. A hard push sent her body sliding a foot on the crate but her tied hands kept her from flying off it to roll away. The gravity was still on but a scream tore from her as the ship started to tilt badly. The stabilizers had been damaged.

  Mira saw the deck lift up on one side. Unsecured boxes started to slide toward the now-lower section of floor, slamming into the metal walls. She rolled off the crate and slammed into the floor painfully since she couldn’t stop the fall when the ship tilted more. Her bound wrists kept her from sliding down the slanted floor into the wall. She stared at the large table-sized crate and was relieved that it was tied to the deck. It wasn’t going to slide toward her and crush her.

  Something slid loudly on the tilted floor. Mira looked up, another scream tearing from her when she saw a large barrel rolling toward her. She screamed again and used her feet to brace on the deck to turn her body to roll, barely getting out of the way before it passed her. It smashed into something below. The deck was now at a good forty-five-degree angle. She prayed the ship wouldn’t roll all the way over.

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