What I Lost (Qimir/ The Stranger)

Chapter 1

For Irith, life has never been easy. Separated from her parents at a young age, she was kidnapped and sold to one of the many Hutt Sector academies. So internalized was the people trafficking trade of the Twi'lek, that these institutions were charged with teaching and preparing the girls, to survive their dark future. Stripped of her true name, the girl was instructed in the arts of politeness, dance, singing, music and to a lesser extent weapons. But when she bled for the first time the classes changed drastically and focused on the art of seduction. For years, she was engaged in the task of learning how to please and give pleasure to a man, regardless of the species.

At sixteen, they began to idealize their situation. By that point they were so indoctrinated, they all dreamed of being the highest bidder at the auction. As they were separated by groups from the best choices to the worst, hatred and resentment took over, and competition was inevitable. Their brains were so corrupted that their self-esteem was tied to the price they could get at the auction. Girls like Irith, came out with a higher price than the rest due to their exotic color, in her case lavender was a rare color among the Twi'lek, which made the rest of her companions try harder to polish their flaws. Though as much as her appearance helped her to improve her bidding, Irith was not like the others. Her dance steps may have been graceful, but her singing voice was the worst, her manner was rough and her knife skills were exceptional. Something that labeled her as Brat, someone rebellious and not very submissive, the antithesis of what her future owners were looking for. The market demanded docile women, but there was always someone who liked to take the reins of a rebellious slave.

When she was eighteen, she was bought by Nam the Hutt, the ruler of the planet Irith, and as a gift she was given that name. From that moment on she was linked to him, and to his filthy brothel. The best place to close deals with illicit characters, while beautiful and sensual women entertained you and filled you with pleasure. Her arrival was announced as if she were a queen and as her life dictated, a new bidding began where her virginity was auctioned. The numbers kept rising, and for months they filled her head with honeyed and sweetened comments. But there is something in Irith that is not normal, the lies do not penetrate her, it is as if a sixth sense forewarned her, letting her read people's intentions. That's why she didn't believe the empty flattery of the others. Nor the supposed steps to climb up the ladder in that hole that she knew would destroy her physically and mentally. But resisting would not help her, she only had to try to survive, until they let her free or until she died.

Her virginity was bought by a man from the outer rim, a rather wealthy pirate who was in the arms trade among many other things. She was dressed in a pure, virginal white, pearl-covered gown that left very little to the imagination. Nam Hutt himself accompanied her to the room where the disgusting man was waiting for her. The room was charged with an aura of lewdness and brutality. She could feel the man's lust for blood. For a moment she resisted going in, but it was inevitable. She could have been prepared all her life for that precise moment, but disgust invaded her. The wet and sticky kisses of that man who smelled of smoke and alcohol turned her stomach. She struggled and tried to push him away, which excited the man even more.

"That's the way I like it, resist, bitch" he said turning her around, while he strangled her by the lekku, making her arch her back.

Pain invaded her system, to the point that it almost knocked her out, her vision began to blur. This was not what she had been taught. This was not what she had been promised. This was not what she had been idealized. Fear ran down his spine as he felt the tip of a knife run down his back. It was cold and sharp, he could feel it slowly cut his skin superficially. She jerked, trying to free herself, as she felt the man's wet, disgusting tongue lick her back, slurping up any trace of blood.