Play nice, and wait for a better opening

Niome decided not to chance this getting physical. Both men could likely overpower her if she failed to get a gun. She simply cradled her now hairless, and soft womanhood in her cuffed hands, and kept her head low. The guard who groped her did so again, cupping one of her asscheaks in his hand. He sounded lile he was in heaven, "So tight. Not even a bit of jiggle. God I'd love to see her on her hands, and knees." The second guard answered as Niome evaded the disquieting grasp, "Hands off of her. This one is dangerous." She heard the light click as he brought the stock of his weapon to his shoulder. The handsy guard didn't touch her again.

As she was walked bound, and at gunpoint through the stuffy halls of the warehouse, Niome felt a crushing sense of dread. She had been groomed, made as inviting as possible. No barbs, no impurities. These people left her an almost perfectly crafted sexual object. The bounty hunter didn't like being objectified, and by the sounds of it, she was a hot commodity. She realized that she didn't have long to escape if she was going to. If she was bought her owner would probably fight like hell to have her. She thought now she might know what Jarek meant when he told her she could end up dead, or worse. Part of her thought she might be better off dead. She was marched onto a hovervan.