I had used my last credits to buy myself out of the hell hole that was supposed to be my lodgings while I finished my work contract.  True, it had been naive of me to sign myself up for 6 months of modeling, thinking it would be just that. In my defense, I had no other options open to me, not on earth anyway. The planet had been hard pressed for living space for the last century. So here I was on a very luxurious cruiser, the "Resistance is futile", on its way to the Virgo cluster. It boasted a large community of 10 000 souls, that is excluding the 2567 crew members. We weren't taking the standard route via the Hawkins wormhole, rather this specific ship made a detour via the galaxy, Andromeda, using a total of 3 wormholes and about 3 months of space travel to get there. And that is why I could afford to be on it. You see, not having any credits left, I had no option but to gamble with my life.  It was a small risk honestly. I signed a contract, ( no I didn't learn my lesson with the previous one), stipulating that in the event that the ship is ordered to dock at Scorpio main station, the seat of Andromedas galactic civilization, for inspection by the dominant Male species, everyone will give their full cooperation. In the event of me being selected as a service female, which is unlikely in my humble opinion, again I shall be contractually obliged to comply, although that is open to interpretation. I say that chances of me being selected as a prized sexy service female for some prime Dominant hunk is unlikely , because I take care with my appearance, to be as unobtrusive as possible. I wear my long chestnut hair in a severe bun, except now and again a few strands escape. I favor baggy slacks, unattractive, but comfortable.  My artistic side can't help but brighten my outfits up with beads and woven ribbons, and bright materials with printed flowers. Comfortable shoes are a must, especially with the amount of walking I do. My red pair is my favorite. I have done my homework regarding the Adonis tribe, called that, because of their sexual prowess. Just in case, although I tell myself it's just out of curiosity.  They have the monopoly in the Andromeda galaxy and as such control everything, including people and aliens alike. They are an all male tribe and make use of service females acquired from ships like the "Resistance is futile", who they handsomely reward for their provision of females. They are not greedy. They only take 10 % of female passengers max, that is if they deign to do an inspection at all. Once you are chosen by a certain male individual, called "Princes" , you may try to evade him as long as possible on the ship itself, as it seems to make the process more fun if they can chase you, but inevitably one gets caught, or so I'm told. Being an optimistic individual, I convinced myself that in the unlikely event of me being selected, I would be the one who gets away! It was a day like any other. I was about halfway on my walk in the Sunset habitat, when I saw the man a few paces behind me. No public adress announcements are allowed in the ambience habitats like the sunset habitat, so I could not have heard the news of an inspection. But I still knew, he was one of them. A prince! The way he carried himself, casually, yet with purpose. Tall, with wavy dark hair. I had to will myself to walk a bit faster.  I knew this particular habitat well.  At the moment we were in a huge central park, with benches all along the pathway and bridges to cross over meandering streams. Up ahead, just off the path, there was a waterfall cascading into a pool where I often swam.  As soon as I rounded a corner and was out of site of my stalker I started running, veering to the left in the direction of the waterfall. I didn't bother to look behind me to see if I was being followed, I just tried to hurry as quietly as possible, and the rushing water drowned out some sound too. Without stopping I waded into the pool towards the other side where the downpour of water was less fierce. I duck underneath the water into the cave behind the waterfall. I tucked myself into the little nook at the back, and while getting my breathing under control I waited and listened. Nothing. At first. Then I saw him. He was standing on the edge of the pool, and he was looking straight at me. How well did they know these ship habitats? My heart was hammering in my chest. I thought, any moment now, he is going to swim here and drag me out. The next moment he turned around and before I knew it he was gone. What the f#? I will admit I was slightly disappointed. I sat there for a while longer, but I was getting cramped and cold. Should I go back to my cabin? No, rather hide in the habitat a bit longer. I stepped carefully down the ledge and then jumped through the curtain of water into the pool and swam to the opposite edge from where the hunter stood. I managed to lift myself up and out with my arms as there were no steps on this side. My clothes were clinging to me and I was feeling the cold.  I decided to take them off, as I had planned on a swim anyway, I had my bathing suit on underneath.  Stuffing my wet clothes in my bag, I started walking in the general direction I thought would take me to the bonfire area. It seems like my good sense of direction didn't fail me this time either and soon I could make out the glowing promise of warmth in the distance. I started walking faster, and welcomed the presence of other people as I joined the main pathway. Suddenly my bid for escape seemed childish and the threat, a mere dream. I was one of many, a nobody, warming my hands by the fire. I was free. And just like that, I wasn't. His one hand clamped over my mouth, and his other arm snaked around my waist. "Shhhh..." he whispered in my ear. To be continued...