You take an escape pod

Let's do the smart thing! You think to yourself. And in the midst of the fighting you take one of the escape pods. An automatic distress call sent the moment it departed he vessel.

When a ship collects the pod, you are hopeful. But then the smile is erased from your face as the pod's door opens, and you can see a half a dozen zygerrian slavers on the other side.

"Take her!" you can hear the order. And you have **** but to comply. You are equipped with a set of cuffs that hold your wrists and ankles, and a leash, and you are escorted to one of the cells. There your braking begins, as you are ruthlessly fucked and tormented. By the time the ship reaches port you are nothing but an object. The only notion in your head is to serve.

You end up on the famous planet of Zygerria itself, where you become an object of symbol to one of the wealthy houses. Your days spent by serving drinks, being fucked, or otherwise there for display, your hands forever held together by chains as a symbol of servitude.

As the years go by you forget that you are a person, interpreting yourself as nothing but an object. Sometimes, as an echo, your mind asks what could have been. But leading a happy life as a **** you quickly dismiss this notion.

BAD END: ZYGERRIAN ****