Her right arm jerked. Her other arm unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants, revealing her meaty ass globes. The thought horrified her. Her thoughts scattered—commands refused to form. Vendric and Cratt held her. Primal, animalistic, twisted by pain. Cratt, on the other hand, was a quiet and calculating soldier, a master of stealth and sabotage. Vendric was a towering figure, a hulking brute of a man with a deep voice and an intimidating presence. Her body was equally captivating—slim, toned, and lithe, her movements graceful but purposeful. Locked eyes, Vendric and Cratt held Sofia and tried to pull her arm out. At 24 years old, Sofia was a young woman by the standards of the Imperium, but her experiences had already sculpted her into something much more. No matter the cost. Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue, were always alert, scanning the environment for any sign of danger. Sofia’s scream tore through silence. The vessel itself was massive, a gleaming titan of steel and obsidian, its halls dimly lit by harsh overhead lights that barely
