[b][u][center]He Didn’t Always Hate Them For Anya_Arctic By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] She was chained down in the interrogation room of a Turian war vessel, and in the First Contact War, that was the last place that any human wanted to be. Nicola shook her head, trying to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest as she looked down at her bonds again. They weren’t the force-fields that she had heard horror stories about from other prisoners, but the wires that the Turians were using were nearly as bad. Hard and thin, difficult to see, with the knot that kept her from getting free resting on the underside of the chair arm, with a leg of the chair keeping her hand from getting to it. [i]They know what they’re doing…[/i] She pulled at the loops, anyway, trying to pull her hands out through the gaps. Not much luck there, but the freighter pilot had been through worse scrapes than this. Of course, that involved dealing with human pirates on the edge of the Sol system, and not...this. [i]Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Just...pull yourself together, and think about how you’re going to answer their questions.[/i] That was the important part. Escape was just a panic reaction. If she did get free of the chair, so what? It wasn’t like she could fight through an entire ship of Turians all on her own. [i]Yeah, but at least I wouldn’t be tied up.[/i] Rolling her eyes at the petty inner voice, she shook her head again and focused on the situation at hand. Like many freighter pilots, she had been tapped to start running guns and supplies through the Turian blockade over Shanxi. It wasn’t an easy job, particularly with so many different scout ships and scanner nets over the planet, but it was the only way to keep General Williams from losing what little grip he had on the planet below. She had been through it two times before, and had started getting cocky. This was the price to pay for something like that. [i]Just don’t give them any information about where the General is hiding. If you can hold out on that, they’ll have to let you go eventually. The war can’t last forever…[/i] She hoped. The door opened, and she turned her head to see who they’d sent. She half-expected some decorated war veteran. Half the human interrogators liked to wear their medals on their sleeve, showing off how many they’d broken. The other half tended to be quiet, hiding everything but the tools of their trade, saying nothing and letting their prisoner fill in the blanks. This guy didn’t do either of those. Ashen gray but with eyes that seemed to glow red, this Turian strolled into the room like he owned it, casual, but confident. He reached behind him, two long fingers tapping the pad that sealed the door shut behind him. “So…” His voice echoed with the same slight vibrato that the entire species had, but with a depth to it that sent a shiver running up and down her spine. It had that sort of tone that could break out in a full drill sergeant’s shout in a split second, a suppressed power that was barely being exercised. “You are the human responsible for setting off alarms from here to Palaven. I expected...more.” “Well, you aren’t getting more than this.” A woman barely over five feet tall with dark brown hair, with skin paler than the stars? Yeah, it wasn’t that intimidating, and she knew it. Banter was all she had. “So, what are you going to do? Put a gun to my head? Tell me to give up everything I know? Couldn’t just buy me dinner first or anything, could you?” “You humans are quite amusing...when you’re not killing my people.” “We didn’t start this war.” “No. But you are going to lose it.” He strolled over to her, his shoulders swinging forward with each step, making it feel like she was watching a predatory cat more than an alien. Looming over her, he laid one hand on her shoulder as he walked behind her. “Let’s start with introductions, shall we?” he said, his voice dripping with amusement, and something more. Anger. Barely suppressed anger. “Your name?” “Fucky McFuckface. NNNGH!” He squeezed her neck, hard, and she gasped for breath as her air was cut off almost instantaneously. She wheezed, gasping as he kept squeezing, squeezing… And then wheezing again when he finally let go. “Don’t try to be funny. Humans can’t keep it up in the long term.” “Mmmph...fuck…” “Now, let’s try that again. Name?” “...Nicola.” “Gooooooood.” He leaned over the back of her chair, one hand on either side of her neck. This time, she could feel the calluses of his fingers against her skin, that sort of ring on the finger where the skin hardened from pulling the trigger so often. She had seen it on her father after he got out of the military. Feeling it on either side of her neck now… Well, it wasn’t comforting. “Now, Nicola. Tell me. What were you doing down there?” he asked, his hands slowly spreading along her shoulders, his thumbs pressing against the back of her neck, his fingers positioned right several pressure points. “We searched your holds. There were weapons beneath the food shipments.” [i]Dammit…[/i] “Nobody on the planet needs them more than the human commander. Where is he?” “I don’t know.” “Heh...now...what did I tell you about trying to be funny?” He squeezed, and her eyes went white with pain. The Turian was hitting points that she didn’t even know could hurt, and this time it wasn’t constriction around her neck stopping her, but a sheer lack of ability to expand her lungs. She gasped, coughing, wanting to scream, but not able to breathe in enough to do it. Then he released her again. She gasped for air, leaning forward against the wire under her breasts as he walked around in front of her, shaking his head. “Perhaps I’m going about this in the wrong way…” “Mmmph...I swear...I don’t know anything.” “I didn’t come here for a comedy routine, ‘Nicola.’ I came here for answers. But perhaps I’m asking in the wrong way.” The Turian knelt down in front of her, looking down at her leg before looking up at her again. He smiled, his mouthparts clicking softly. “Do you know what else we found on your ship?” “Mmmph…” She bit back on the sarcastic response, shaking her head instead. “My men weren’t particularly...interested in the sort of entertainment that you kept for your long-distance voyages, but I make it a habit to study my enemies. What they want. What they feel. How they hurt. What they’re interested in.” “Mmmph...get to the point…” “Perhaps I’m asking the wrong way...after all, you humans seem to like it rough in all the recordings you had stored on your ship database.” Her eyes went wide, and she didn’t dare look him in the face. [i]Oh god, they went through...those?[/i] Her cheeks burned hotter as she tried to remember the latest downloads that she’d put on request. Bondage had been a mainstay in her video library for a while now, and she’d started branching out into pain-play, and then into blood-play. The fact that he had seen them - The Turian grabbed her leg, his fingers traveling up her thigh, then digging in hard. She bit her lips, slumping forward he forced her legs apart, pushing them open. It tightened the jumpsuit that she was wearing, forcing it flush against her sex. “There were humans willingly enduring things that I certainly didn’t expect. Are you one of those humans, Nicola? Have you been [i]enjoying[/i] what I’ve done to you?” “Fuck...no…” “There is an easy way to tell, according to the logs we’ve collected on your species.” One of his fingers brushed against the crotch of her jumpsuit. She hissed, trying to pull back, but she had already retreated as far as her bindings would let her. The fabric pressed against her down there...and it came away wet. The Turian chuckled. “Well, human. It seems that I have been asking things the wrong way.” He stood up slowly, looming over her once more. “Some honesty, then. I have been looking for a way to let loose on a human ever since one of your little ambushes killed off some of my men. Command hasn’t let me go as far as I want...but you look like you can take it. So...I’ll give you what you want...and you…” He tilted her head up, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You will give me what I want.” “...” “We’ll start with introductions. You are…” “...Nicola.” “Almost. You...are Slave.” She shivered, a tingle of a different sort running down her back. “And I…” Clack. One of his pieces of armor hit the floor. “Am Saren Artorius. But you will call me Master.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]