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“What makes you think I want to be saddled with a unit after all this time?” Sersie asked. Units could also make a man more vulnerable to Dresden’s punishments, drain a man of hard-earned credits, literally run a man into the ground depending on the unit’s enemies. No, Sersie depended on no one other than himself.
“A female to fuck, Sersie! Just look at her. She’s gorgeous.”
Sersie followed to where Farber was pointing. The miner wasn’t wrong. The woman was a natural beauty and young, maybe twenty-seven, not in her forties like the last two women who were condemned here. Long, dark red hair, rich and straight tumbled down her shoulders, frizzing slightly from the humidity, but she had curves in all the right places. He wished he could see her face, but at this distance, he couldn’t make out much more than dark brows and ruby-red lips.
Hell. His cock stirred just thinking of being with a woman again. Images of Rissa washed through his head, the traitorous bitch. He wasn’t going to get stuck in a unit over a woman who’d turn on him. Sersie pounded on his datapad harder, finishing off the calculations he needed.
Thessle grabbed the datapad from his hands.
“Hey! I was in the middle of—”
“A woman tofuck, Sersie,” Thessle repeated his earlier comment as if Sersie hadn’t heard him the first time. “As much as we want. All day long. Anywhere, anytime.”
Sersie winced at Thessle’s words, knowing it’s what all the men here were thinking. Hell, he’d been thinking it himself. This place turned decent men into animals. He felt sorry for the woman at that moment. From the cursing and yelling he heard around him, dozens of men scrambling to form units, Sersie knew that even if he entered a unit, the odds of winning the woman at auction were low. And yet part of him stirred, sensing he needed to try. The other men here would use her, never care about her beyond how she’d spread her legs for them. Her future was not one he’d wish on anyone. Even Rissa, the bitch.
The woman wore a drab yellow shift dress which hung rather loose at the top as if HR had tossed the first dress they could find at her, regardless of size. The ill-fitting garment contrasted the form-fitting dresses Rissa had worn. Then again, The Company didn’t need to dress this woman in anything fancy. She was up for auction, and the men here cared little about a garment that wouldn’t remain on her for long.
Sersie’s heart tightened at that thought. He started considering if he should join Thessle’s unit and bid on the woman. For as crude as Thessle and his unit were, Sersie had never seen them hurt anyone for pleasure unlike some of the miners here.
The woman stumbled and fell as that asshole Wallace grabbed her arm and pulled her faster than her shorter legs could manage. Wallace had no regard for anyone. As she started to rise, the guard wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled, hard. She cried out.
A mixture of anger and excitement went through the crowd, but Sersie couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she kicked Wallace in the shin. Not a smart move, but Sersie admired her; she had spunk.
Wallace backhanded her, sending her flying off the dais. Dozens of men surged toward the woman. Farber grabbed Sersie and pulled him down as the guards shot energy bursts into the crowd, just high enough to miss those smart enough to duck.
Most of the new arrivals weren’t smart enough. Another lesson from Dresden. They wouldn’t make that mistake again, not after they woke up in a few hours robbed of their clothing and whatever other possessions they had on them.
“As you can see,” Dresden said as Wallace shoved the woman up the stairs. “We have a spirited one here. Hannah Raines, virgin pussy direct from Argus. Young, unmated, and untamed. Consider that, because if she causes trouble or doesn’t make her quota, your unit will be responsible. That said, the auction is now open for bidding.”
Hannah. . . Her name was as sweet as she looked. Her eyes had gone wide as she stared first at Dresden and then at hundreds of men whose hands shot into the air as the prisoners shouted out bids.
She wouldn’t last here. Not a week.
The noise of bidding turned deafening as Dresden pulled the gaping neck of her dress down to reveal the tops of her breasts, enough to tease the men with an eyeful of luscious female flesh.
She struggled to hold back her tears even as she scanned the crowd.
“What do you say? How many credits do you have?” Farber asked.
“Forty.” Sersie couldn’t believe he was doing this. He’d spent three years amassing those forty credits, saving for something big, though he hadn’t quite decided what yet. Buying a woman certainly qualified as big, but still, it wasn’t something he ever expected to do. It wasn’t right, and yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
Farber slapped him on the shoulder. Sersie looked at the three miners trying to entice him into joining their unit. He’d be tied to the miners, responsible for them and everything they did. He’d pay for any trouble they caused, and Thessle was a troublemaker. Was the woman worth Sersie being tied to a unit?
Wallace turned the woman around and slapped her backside, getting a rise out of the units bidding. She was shaking and tears were streaming down her face. She didn’t deserve what that bastard Dresden was doing to her, humiliating her to arouse the prisoners and drive the bidding higher. Sersie took in the looks on their faces. He couldn’t let those animals have her. At least Farber’s group wasn’t belligerent like most of the men out there.
“We’re down to ten units,” Dresden announced. “Industrious miners who’ve saved enough credits to buy this sweet lay.”
Farber had stopped bidding. “Why did you stop?” Sersie demanded.
“Griggs is bidding.”
“So?” Sersie asked as he scanned the crowd until he spotted the miner that could crush bones—and probably rocks—with his bare hands. Griggs had been shouting out bids while his three unit mates, who were as large and violent as Griggs, moved among the other units.
“He gave us that look, the one that said we’d be missing teeth or fingers or worse if we continued bidding.”
Units were dropping out of the bidding left and right. Whether through intimidation or lack of credits, Sersie couldn’t say, but either way, Griggs was going to win the woman.
“Congratulations go to Unit 146!”
