Yes

"She's awake," you hear a man's voice.

You open eyes, slowly, still dizzy from the stress. The passenger space of a speeder starts to take shape around you, as you are darting through the desert, the emptiness beckoning you from all directions.

You look around, still slow, and you recognize all the men around you, dressed in ragged clothes made of fabric. Then you glance at Elena, sitting next to you, bound by ropes, a piece of cloth tied in her mouth. This makes you scared. You start to move your arms and legs, but all such motions are stopped by the ropes digging into your limbs, knotted in the same manner as her's.

"Mhmmm!!!" you start scream, however you have a cloth in your mouth also, dampening the sounds you make.

"Easy there," the man in front of you says, a few light slaps delivered to your face in a rhythmic fashion. "You are in good hands now."

"You are at hands of the Scorpions!" another man says, and all of them begin to laugh.

Your heart skips a beat. Multiple ones in fact. As you realize that you got yourself into the hands of the desert slavers. The very people you were warned to avoid.

Mhmmm!!!

Mhmmm!!!

Mhmmm!!!

You struggle against your bonds and yell into your gag, all the while the men slap you again and again to get you back to your senses. At last, you begin to calm down. Whatever may happen to you next, you have certainly no control of it now.

TO BE CONTINUED