It was only a short distance to the entrance door, so why should it be worth at least adding a little extra step? And a well-established, measured life would continue to flow as before... And there would be no kidnapping, a foreign city, a foreign country and a foreign world, not to mention a foreign reality... There would be no pain tearing apart the consciousness, a terrible stench from burnt own meat, burnt hair and skin. However, when you are roasted alive, there is no time for smells. The only way out is the glowing spot of the portal. Where? What the hell is the difference! Just to escape from this hell, fire, explosions, shooting, dead bodies lying on top and someone else's hot blood pouring into your mouth and face... And then you come to your senses on the slave traders' spaceship and try to survive, preserving not only your life, but also your mind... It’s good that they treated him and put her back on her feet, however, she will have to pay a high price for a new life. But it turns out that with a sip of someone else's blood you got SOMETHING...