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Preview from chapter one
In the neon-drenched alleys of Crust City, where the rain fell like silicon tears, a woman named Nira walked with a purpose. Her heels clicked against the slick pavement, echoing her defiance against the city's underbelly. A sudden hum, a flash of light, and a gravity-defying cycle purred beside her. The rider, clad in a sleek, matte-black bodysuit, reached out, clamping a gloved hand over her mouth.
"Not a word, gorgeous," the rider, a man named Ignacio, whispered, his voice distorted through his helmet. Nira's eyes widened, but she didn't scream. She knew the type. Slavers.
She struggled as he pulled her onto the cycle, her body pressing against his. He was lean, muscled, and despite the fear coiling in her stomach, she felt a spark of unwanted heat. He revved the engine, and they shot up, weaving through the vertical cityscape.
Nira watched the city blur, feeling Ignacio's heartbeat against her back. "Where are you taking me?" she demanded, her voice steady.
"To the Pleasure Dome," he replied, not bothering to hide the smirk in his voice. "You'll fetch a high price, sweetheart. Feisty ones always do."
They landed on a platform jutting out from a towering, iridescent structure. Inside, holographic flames danced on the walls, casting eerie shadows. Nira was pushed into a room filled with velvet cushions and silken drapes. A woman, her body augmented with chrome, looked up from her datapad.
"Fresh meat, Ignacio?" she asked, her metallic eyes gleaming.
"Just acquired," Ignacio replied, pushing Nira forward. "Thought we could test the merchandise first."
Nira whirled around, her eyes flashing. "Don't touch me," she snarled.
Ignacio chuckled, stepping closer. "You're not in a position to make demands, sweetheart." He reached out, tracing a finger down her cheek. Nira shivered, both from fear and an unwanted jolt of desire.
The chrome woman smirked. "She's a fighter, Ignacio. I like it." She stood, her chrome body glinting. "Let's see how long she lasts."
Nira took a deep breath, her mind racing. She wouldn't go down without a fight. But as Ignacio leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, she felt a traitorous warmth spread through her. This was going to be a battle she hadn't prepared for.
Nira's breath hitched as Ignacio's hands, no longer gloved, cupped her breasts. She pushed against him, but he held firm, his thumbs circling her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. "Get off me," she growled, even as her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening at his touch.