Dawson chuckled to himself as he watched Commander Shepard struggle with her newfound helplessness. It was almost amusing how quickly the tables had turned; only a few hours ago, she'd been leading an elite strike team against the Reapers, and now here she was: naked, bound, and completely at his mercy.

He glanced over at her again, taking in her tense muscles and defiant expression. There was no denying that Shepard was a formidable opponent when she had the upper hand. But then again, so were all of them. It wasn't their strength or skill that mattered; it was how they used it.

For now, though, he needed to focus on getting his squad to the rendezvous point. The mercenary captain keyed in a command to adjust their course and sped up their approach to the designated coordinates. As they drew closer, he could only hope that everything would go according to plan and their newest acquisition wouldn't try anything stupid.

Their arrival at the rendezvous point was swift and uneventful. Dawson activated the ship's docking clamps and guided his vessel into its berth with practiced ease. Once they were secured, he keyed open the airlock and led his team out onto the station's main concourse.

As the mercenary captain led his team through the station's main concourse, he couldn't help but steal a glance back at Commander Shepard. The woman was truly a sight to behold. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting, accentuating her sharp features and delicate bones. Her red hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, revealing the elegant curve of her neck and the smooth column of her spine.

Her body was in peak physical condition, honed by years of combat training and elite biotic augmentations. Her breasts were firm and perky, capped with hard nipples that stood out against her pale skin. Her toned stomach led down to a pair of strong, defined legs that could easily carry her through the toughest battlefield conditions. Even in her current state—bound, naked, and helpless—she exuded an air of power and command that was impossible to ignore.

Dawson knew that Shepard's defiance would only make her more valuable to him as a prize. The challenge of breaking her spirit and bending her will to his own would be part of the thrill, part of what made capturing her so alluring in the first place. He smiled to himself, his eyes alight with anticipation and lust.

"Commander Shepard,"