ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇ... ᴀ ʙᴏᴜɴᴛʏ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ & ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇʏ Book 1

#14 "I can't come back."

Tears streamed down your face. Your hands were shaking as you looked at the note for the one-hundredth time since it had been handed to you. It was supposedly penned by the Mandalorian himself. "I can't come back." You didn't know if you believed it or not... if you believed this was truly his handwriting.

The man who had possession of you now had tricked the Mandalorian into bringing you here. He thought he was collecting a bounty on a puck he got from the guild... turns out it was a fake. The real reason he was there was so the man... the Ambassador could take you into his custody for the murder of his only son.

The last you physically laid eyes on the Mandalorian he had been picking up the bar of Beskar the man tossed his way. You had fully expected him to at least attempt to free you. But instead, it had been twenty-four hours and here you sat. Your lip was bleeding from where the man's thugs had decided to take a little revenge of their own out on your face. And by the stars were they lucky you had cuffs on your wrists.

You heard a small sound off in the distance, but when you strained your eyes to look, nothing seemed out of place. They had forced you into a slave girl metal bikini that had a flowing blue silk skirt from the silver metallic band at your waist. The top hardy covered your breasts and it was digging into your skin. You could see bruises developing and your feet were bare.

You heard the same clink sound and this time a familiar scent caught your attention. Was that.... Could that be? You stand and place your hands on the holding cell made from some kind of force field generator. It burns your fingers and you take a step back from it.

"Ahhhh!" You yelled at the barrier. And a guard hit a button on a remote device. All of a sudden an electronic pulse went through your body and you dropped to your knees.

"Shut the 'ell up in there!" The man yelled at you.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me! You thought to yourself, a damn slave collar too! You narrow your eyes and attempt your best seductive look toward the guard. "What does a girl have to do to get out of here... and let's say.... Make things worth your while there sweetheart?"

The man slowly turned to look at you and walked over to the side of the cell. "You think that is going to work on me?" He pressed the button again and you doubled over in pain. As you looked up, it was just in time to see the man's neck being broken and him falling to the ground next to the cell. Standing behind him was your Mandalorian.