Jim awoke to the sound of someone banging away at Aisha's office door. He and Aisha were on the bed. Aisha's stomach was considerably smaller than it was last night. The pounding at the door awoke Aisha a minute later, and slave and Master both got off the bed.
"Yeah, yeah" yelled Aisha to the door. "I'm up...give me a minute here!"
Aisha answered the door, while Jim got into the cage in the corner of the room. Terran slaves were usually kept in cages so they couldn't escape. If anyone had found out that Jim hadn't spent a night in his cage, Aisha would appear weak to the other Ctarl-Ctarls. Aisha opened the door and Molly Silverpaw stormed into the room, followed by a rather tall Ctarl-Ctarl...and a small Terran boy around Jim's age.
"And what can I do for you this morning, Miss Silver.." started Aisha.
Molly's nose had a single band-aid on it, and Aisha fought to keep a straight face. It looked like Jim had busted up Molly's nose...with a love tap!
"Your slave right there" said Molly, pointing to Jim. "your slave broke my nose and attacked me with a vibro-knife last night. I demand that you hand over your slave to me...and you can have this new slave in return"
The Terran slave looked to be 11 or 12, and looked truly terrified. He was wearing rags for clothes and he had a nasty scar on his left arm...the scar looked fresh too, like he had gotten it a few hours ago. He had rings under his eyes like he hadn't slept for a night, and he cowered behind the tall Ctarl-Ctarl. The slave was wearing a leather collar like Jim was, but this collar had metal studs all around it. The Terran seemed to be underfed and possibly sickly. The collar had a leesh on it, and Molly had a firm grip on it.
"What?" asked Aisha. "my slave attacked you and broke your nose? Pretty impressive for a weak Terran, isn't it?"
"HE ATTACKED ME WITH A VIBRO-KNIFE!" roared Molly, and the Terran slave cowered even more.
The Vibro-knife in question was in a cabinet in Aisha's bedroom.
"Vibro-Knife?" asked Aisha. "now, where could my slave get one of those?"
"He must've stole it from somewhere" said Molly. "I'm ordering you to hand over your slave for me to eat, and I'll give you my slave in return. I usually eat my slaves, but this slave has cancer...which means, I might get the cancer if I eat him. He's no good to me anymore"
"I can't and won't hand my slave over to you" said Aisha. "he's been such a good slave...always doing all the things I asked him to do and he's good at his job. I won't hand him over"
"Miss Clanclan, I'm from a rich and powerful family" said Molly. "I get what I want and I want your slave right now"
"I'm from a powerful family too" said Aisha. "you know my dad has *VERY* good high-ranking friends"
"Then I must ask you to eat your slave yourself" said Molly. "slaves who attack Ctarl-Ctarls must be dealt with"
"Don't.." began Aisha.
"You must eat your slave for disobeying curfew last night in either case" said the tall Ctarl-Ctarl.
"And who the hell are you?" asked Aisha.
"I'm Woloma Hammerspaw, Miss Silverpaw's attentant" said the tall Ctarl-Ctarl. "and this slave's name is....Roger I believe"
"Who cares about the slaves name?" spat Molly.
"I do" muttered Roger.
"DID I TELL YOU TO SPEAK?!" asked Molly, back-handing Roger,which sent the young slave crashing to the floor.
"Commander Aisha, you must eat your slave in front of me" said Molly.