Linsora jumped, upending a chair and small table, when the door to her room crashed open. Two burly men, obeying Gordek’s wishes to the letter, pulled her out of the room and up the winding corridor to the bridge of the ship. Offering resistance was a waste of energy, but her first and blinding instinct when being forced someplace was to put up at least a token struggle, making their entry through the small entrance to the bridge difficult.
“Why do you do that? You could have just asked me to join you, you know.” She pulled away from their grip.