Jamie could only gasp softly into the shoulder she was held against as the knife pierced her side. Every inch of the blade went in and was cruelly twisted, forcing out the air in her lungs completely. "Now now, Jamie, dear, try and keep yourself together. We have a small task for you before I will allow you the privilege of dying. I just want to make sure you fully grasp the situation. I own you now, if you let anyone know what's wrong I will do this and worse to them. Do you want that much blood on your hands? Now, I've got a little speech for you to give and then you can die."
Jamie could only nod, the pain still robbing her of most thought and all her breath. A softer stab in the throat and a hiss told her she'd been injected with something. "That should keep you up for the time I need. I know what your thinking, why use such drastic measures to get you to cooperate? If I had only threatened you, it's not as scary as this. Pain can be a good motivator." The stimulant rushed through her system, leaving her feeling awake and more aware of the pain. She nodded again. "Good, darling. Here, this is what you must say. If you vary a word or even whimper I will kill everyone here."
Jamie glanced at the PADD he put in her hand. She had to focus her eyes for a minute or two to actually see words. "Why are you doing this? You could have negotiated with Starfleet, why do this?"
"Oh dear, we don't have time for that. You have a speech to give. I'll walk beside you, you can even lean on me." He took her arm, jerking her over to stand at his side, as he lead her into the conference room. Jamie could barely think of what her options were. She could try and give it away or go along with it. Both options were terrible, but what if she could go along with it, but also give away the plot. She only had one way out of it alive. All she could hope was that a certain someone would get her message.
In the conference room a crowd of her crew, local officials, and Federation delegates waited for her arrival. A quick glance around and she spotted Spock. A rush of relief came over her that left her feeling even shakier. The grip on her arm tightened painfully. "Watch yourself, Captain," he whispered in her ear. As he lead her past Spock, Jamie reached out a hand. She could only reach Spock's hand for a moment, but in that moment she had sent as much information as she could. She broadcast her pain, the image of the wound, the knife, the PADD, and the face of her attacker. Spock's expression did not change, and really Jamie could only pray he had received what she sent