Crazy Confusion

Posted on Thu Jan 24th, 2013 @ 8:15pm by Lieutenant JG Saia Roswell

903 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Romulan Ale.. I mean Aide
Location: A Mining Cave On The Planet

They had wandered every corridor of the caves just too run into dead ends. So Saia's captor took them back to the entrance as he tried to move the rocks.

"I could help if you unbind me." Saia stood watching him. The walking took care of some of the nervous energy, and he didn't seem intent on causing her harm so long as she stayed following him and kept quiet.

"A weak Trill? I hardly think so. Besides, you are a danger if you are unbound."

"You do realize you contradicted yourself there."

"You might be clever. Clever does not always need strength. Sit. Be quiet."

Saia flared her nose and glared at him, "What good would it do me to make you incapable of moving those rocks? Well, I guess not much worse than now." She chuckled as she saw him struggle in vain.

Unfortunately, she hit a button. His hand was around her throat and she was slammed against the rocks, wincing as the pain weaved from where her back made impact. "INSOLENT LITTLE GIRL!" He squeezed, "Do not forget that your life is in my hands!"

Saia's eyes remained closed as the wince was frozen in expectation. He looked at her oddly. "Do you wish to be harmed?"

She opened one eye, looking at him. She tried to speak, but she could only squeak. So she tried to shake her head as best she could with the grip he had.

"Then you will be quiet. Sit and quiet." He felt her trembling, "Why do you anger me if you are so frightened?"

She looked at him confused. He finally loosened his grip. With a soft, raspy voice, she replied, "I don't intend to anger you. I just don't understand why...." She stopped talking and sighed, "I'll sit as you ask. No more speaking."

He tossed her toward the ground, "Science officers tend to be one of the easiest." He chuckled. "But now I want you to talk. You are haunted. I seem to waken old traumas. Tell me of them."

"I really think not." She glared at him.

"Are your secrets worth your life?"

She let out a breath, "We were captured by Ferengis and I was beaten. There."

He snorted, "Ferengis? Big eared merchants? Such weakness!"

She looked away, breathing to keep her anger at bay.

He chuckled, "Oh, I anger you. You have fire. Fire in a weak vessel. We have time to spend, so let me play with you, little Trill."

She curled her legs to herself and pressed her face to the cold, damp wall.

He knelt close to her, "The spots... Surely touching them upsets you."

Feeling his hand come close, she startled away, "DO NOT TOUCH MY SPOTS!"

He gripped her, "Ah. A weakness... As if a weak creature needs such."

As his fingers stroked the spots on her neck, she struggled, but he held her and noticed the tears forming, "Did the Ferengis touch these spots?" A nod made him laugh, "The fact that this is of double insult to you makes up for touching what they touched."

She moved to try to bite his hand, but a hand grabbed her cheeks, "You really dislike being touched." He gripped her to hold her. That's all he did. Just hold her. She cried and begged to be released. She also struggled until she was out of breath. "Weak little Trill makes a good child's bed toy. Perhaps I shall stuff you and give you to a child of the village?" She screamed out and stuggled harder before growing limp of exhaustion.

After awhile, the sobbing stopped and she calmed. "You will do nothing else to me?" She leaned her back into him and closed her eyes.

"You grow comfortable with an enemy trapping you in his arms? Strange."

"Fighting is pointless. Crying is dehydrating. Might as well rest."

"When something grows ineffective..." He stroked a spot, "To comfort you is not my goal."

The tingle made her wince, but she just turned toward the touch. She'd lost touch with herself. She didn't even question why she didn't fight the touch. Almost welcomed it.

"You remove the fun." He tossed her from himself and tried again to move the rocks.

She found herself curled up crying, wishing he hadn't let her go. She sniffed and looked at him, "Please, come back."

He looked at her strangely, "You are an odd little alien."

She stood and moved toward him. "Hold me."

"I cannot handle this oddity. You need your senses back. This is not a usual reaction to capture." He pushed her against the wall and bent down, "Still wish for my arms?" A nod caused him to growl and kick her, "You begin to bore and annoy me. I am close to just ending you."

"Why make me wait?" She gasped for air as she spoke.

"Wait for what?"

"Rape. Why make me wait in agony?"

"You wish to be... If it is a wish, it is no longer... You are confused."

Leaving her to sob, and eventually fall asleep, he sat against a wall and rested. Meanwhile, Saia did doze, but stirred uncomfortably. She managed to stand and move toward him.

"Stay from me little crazy Trill." He caught a leg that tried to kick his head. He took the binds and tied her legs together. "And stupid! I really grow weary of you!"

 

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