You Refuse to Answer

Why do you need to know that? What exactly are you planning to do with me?"

He activates the collar. {if Trust=-2}It's like someone kicked you in the back of the neck. {endif}"Answer the question."

"Answer mine."

The collar goes off again. It's worse this time. Like the whole collar turned red hot and branded itself into your skin. You fall forward, and slam face first into the floor. "You do not give orders. You receive them. Do you understand me?"

You can see the door from your vantage point. You can also see the feet of three different Imperial soldiers. {If Escape Attempts=1}There they are. The Empire's feet, ready to crush your neck. And with them there, there's no leaving this place.{else}Each pair of them is attached to an armed soldier you couldn't help to overpower one-on-one, let alone with three of them present.{endif} Refusing just means more pain. It's not like it makes any difference if he knows your history. They're not going to decide whether to **** you based on that, just how much it costs. "Yes, sir," you say.

"Good boy. Now, tell me, has one of the other future slaves on this planet fucked you, or is your first time still up for grabs by whoever buys you."