A/N: Please read the trigger warnings. This fic does not portray a positive or healthy relationship in any sense. It describes non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, mental conditioning, and Stockholm syndrome on the part of the reader. Jasper damn well knows what she's doing and Lapis is more or less complicit in it. If anyone treats you like this in real life, it's abuse.
It's been a full day since your capture. You can still feel the recoil of your rifle hitting your shoulder and upper chest. There are bits of dry grass clinging to your clothes. The smell of gunpowder, dirt, and blood still lingers on your skin. Bruises and scratches all over your body call for your attention. But you sit on the floor of your cell, staring at the containment field in front of you and remember what got you here...
Aliens called "gems" had launched an assault on Beach City, looking for a handful of fugitives from their planet, called "Homeworld". However, they didn't care who or what they destroyed when looking for the fugitives, known as "Crystal Gems". And given the Crystal Gems had lived peacefully in the area for hundreds of years without causing any trouble, it wasn't hard to choose who to side with.
You volunteered to help defend the city and were assigned to sniper duty. Your job was simple: Stay on the hill behind the temple and shoot any Homeworld gems that came near it. You were good, but their numbers were better. When they seized the temple, you fought like a wildcat, but these invaders were born soldiers with thousands of years of fighting experience. Capturing you was pathetically easy for them.
When the Homeworld gems brought you to their base camp on the shore, you noted miserably that only a quarter of your fellow humans were assembled there. You hoped the rest of them escaped, but gems carrying a human body to a pit on the far end of the camp made you fear otherwise.
Your fears were confirmed when a red and orange gem with peach-colored hair marched along the line of captives, silently pointing at random ones to be dragged off towards the pit. She wore a black cape that indicated her status as a commander. The gem stopped in front of you for a few seconds, turning to the gem beside her.
"This is the sniper they found at Rose's base, right?"
"Yes, Jasper," said a voice off to your right. You were too busy staring at the ground to see who said it.
Jasper gripped your chin and forced you to look up at her. Your eyes were drawn to the orange triangular gemstone that served as her nose. Her clawed thumb ran over your cheek as she relished your terrified expression. Her lips curled up in a smile, showing the tips of her canines.
"Take this one to the ship," she purred. "Interrogate and dispose of the rest." She released your chin and turned away, not even looking at the rest of the captives.
You didn't look. You couldn't. But you heard the screams of your comrades as a Quartz soldier dragged you towards one of the war ships...
The sound of the containment field being released brings you back to the present. You slowly sit up, rubbing the metal manacles connecting your wrists. An orange hand reaches in to grip your upper arm and yank you to your feet.
You look up to see Jasper's satisfied smirk. While she was already intimidating at the base camp, she looks absolutely terrifying in the close quarters of the ship. The top of your head only comes up to her chest. Her entire body, from her big biceps to her hardened calves, looks designed to destroy and pulverize.
"Walk."
Jasper lays an oversized hand on your back and shoves you down the corridor. You don't argue and start putting one foot in front of the other with Jasper staying one step behind. You briefly consider running away, but where would you run to on an alien spacecraft? You hope that whatever Jasper has planned for you will be quick and painless.
Eventually, Jasper grips your arm again to stop you and touches the access panel to the door beside you. When the door opens, she half-flings you inside the room. You catch yourself on a chair and regain your balance as the door locks shut behind you.
The room, though spartan, is arguably more comfortable than your containment cell. There's a large bed in the middle of the room, a computer console, and a couple of chairs by a table. You see another door, across from the one you entered. There's even a small window, giving you a view of Earth.
You go back to the door you came through, pressing your palm on the access panel. Unsurprisingly, the door doesn't respond. Instead of trying the other door, you walk over to the window. As you watch Earth rotate beneath the ship, you try to control your tears.