He watches her through a mirror, the way she would circle her prey, with a so sweet smile on her lips. She is slightly built, to the eyes of a true terran, she is no real threat. She is seemingly meek and submissive but only he knows how powerful she is. The others, who witness her powers, don't stand a chance to remember her. She has no equipment for torture, any cells or even devices. But she is the best interrogator in the Terran Empire. Oh her smooth words and manipulative ways can shatter even a brilliant mind of a Vulcan. And she need to do so little so make a worthless scum scream in agony while she has her arms across her chest and wipe her brown locks out of her gleaming eyes. He saw the the burning madness in her eyes and he was attracted to it like a moth to a flame. She would trap anyone in their worst nightmare within few minutes, making them experience horror beyond their imagination, even making them feel pain. She would shatter their minds and rebuild new identities. Oh the pleasure she gets from watching her prey screaming in pure terror in a world she crated would be her pure ecstasy. And he knows that she will be his queen, she would be seemingly soft, innocent and mild, but her mind, oh her mind is what valuable to him. She is so cunning, talented and brilliant, perfect weapon in his arsenal, perfect weapon against the Emperor. A predatory smile claims his lips when he interrupts her 'session'.
"My kitty Kat, I think that's enough for today".
She arches her body against him, agile like a cat. She purrs in his ear while he crushes her smaller frame against himself and forcefully kisses her. She bites him until his lip bleeds, just like he wanted to. They both taste and smell the blood that made them both feel exhilarated. Breathing hard after his high, he pulls her even closer and murmurs his suggestions to her ears. She backs down, and throws a casual glance at her already forgotten prey, and she invites him with an unmistakable anger in his eyes. He chuckles; knowing she hates his interruptions, but good naturedly whacks the poor soul in his head, complying with her invitation. He could see eyes rolling inside the head while the spineless spy loses its consciousness. And he suddenly knows why she loves to do this. She loves to destroy what they hold dear, she loves seeing fear in their eyes. Well, he prefers to gun them down but he cannot deny that her methods arouse him as well. He turns his attention towards her, pulling her towards the door, to the empty observation room.