Her life had taken the most unimaginable turn for the worse that fateful day as she carelessly strolled through the streets of the back world bazaar, a whimsical smile on her face as she gazed at the alien trinkets and wares cluttering the numerous booths. A moment of peace was all she had been seeking before returning to the Inn where her husband and children still slept. She should have heeded the warnings of the old, toothless innkeeper and not ventured into the streets alone, but a lifetime of independence had told her differently. How could she have known she would be abducted and sold into a life of slavery to the Malorian monster she now called Master? She glanced fearfully around the bay of the old battered cargo ship with a sinking heart, knowing there was no place to run or hide; knowing that at any moment her Master would barge through the rusted door to drag her to her new home. The young woman shivered, wishing she still wore the conservative black pantsuit she had donned before leaving the Inn rather than the scanty Malorian slave costume. A solitary tear caressed her cheek. She was alone and frightened. In a word, she was& trapped. Rendered in Poser 5