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Warnings: Torture, rape! Don't read it if you cannot stomach! Next chapter will make semi-sense if you skip this one!!!


Chapter 2

Lalicon

He liked the feeling of waking up. He also liked the feeling just before waking up fully. This was not one of those times.

The first thing he noticed was the searing pain in his head; worse than the ones he had when he had a hangover. He must have groaned because through his pain, he heard Spock say something.

"Captain?"

"Told you to call me Jim, Spock." Or, at least that was what he tried to say. All that came out was: " 'Uld e'ew ulmay im 'ock."

"Captain?"

Jim groaned and shook his head; which was a stupid idea because it increased his headache and made him nauseous. But he managed to get out a weak, "Spock?"

"Captain? Are you unharmed?"

"I'm dandy," Sarcasm, his anti-drug. "Wha' happened? Last thing I 'member was food."

"As do I. It appears we have been drugged."

Jim groaned, "Fantastic." And why was it so dark?

Oh right, eyes were closed.

Jim opened his eyes slowly, so not to increase his pounding head. But it didn't matter, it was pitch black in…wherever they were.

"Spock, where exactly are you?"

"I am two point eight feet by you, Captain."

Jim rolled his eyes, "Unlike you, I cannot see in the dark." He reprimanded. He was about to continue when he heard the shuffling of clothes. "Spock?"

"Here, Captain?" The only thing that prevented him from jumping at the closeness of Spock's voice was the hand on his shoulder.

"Jeez, Spock. Warn me next time!"

"Apologies, Captain."

Although it was still dark, he could see the outline of Spock. He could also see the defendant shade change on the side of Spock's head where blood had formed, "Spock, are you alright, your bleeding."

Spock's head outline shifted slightly towards Jim, "I am fine, Captain. It is only a minor scarp from when we were thrown in."

Jim glared at the Vulcan, but it was useless, "Alright. Where exactly are we anyways."

"It appears to be a room approximately five feet by five feet, with no door that I can detect."

"This is a special occasion. You arrived just in time for Kuron! Please, join us."

"Kuron?"

"As yes. Kuron is a festival for a celebration after a successful harvest."

"Well then we would be honored to join you." Jim grinned and bowed in thanks.

"Captain," Spock tried to interrupt.

"Spock," Jim said in a low voice. "This is an important event, we can't insult these people. We are here to make friends and allies, not to insult them."

The Protectorate - the planet's leader, as Julo was second - invited them to take seats at the table, indicating were each person should sit. He split the two up, putting Spock on his left and Jim on his right.

The two exchanged worried glances, but took their seats at the low table. Servant girls brought out trays of fruit, mini cakes, and pitchers of wine. After everyone had a cup full of wine, the Protectorate held up his goblet, "To a long and profitable year." The group held up their cups then hesitantly took a sip.

"Protectorate, this wine is the best wine I've ever tasted!" Jim enthused.

Spock, not the biggest wine consumer, also agreed, "It is very appeasing."

"Wonderful!" the Protectorate said as he clapped his hands twice, at which the servant girls returned with pitchers to refill everyone's glasses.

Jim groaned, "It was the wine."

"Captain?"

"The last thing I remember was drinking wine. And you had more than your fair share."

Although he could not see the Vulcan, he knew Spock was thinking things through. "It is logical and likely."

The wall across from them - or was it beside them, hell he didn't know - hissed and slid to the side. Bright light filled the tiny room and Jim had to shield his eyes from the harsh light. He could hear clothes shuffling and armor clanking, but the light was too bright to do anything.

A harsh hand grabbed his shoulder and forced him to his feet. He tried to fight the creature that was dragging him, but the creature was stronger than he was and the grip on his arm got tighter. His mind registered that Spock was trying to fight, but the sharp prick on his neck brought him into unconsciousness once again.


It had been so sharp at first, stinging sensations all over after they had injected him. He woke up without his uniform, clad only in his boxers. He opened his eyes to a blinding light above him. When he tried to move his arms to shield his eyes, he couldn't. His vision was blurry, but he could make out the restraints on his wrists. Looking down his body, he saw his ankles were also bound to the table. That's when he noticed the wires. The wires and tubes coming out of his body. Some were filled red – his blood – others different colors.

But before he could think anymore about his situation, a strong pain ran through his body. His head fell sharply back to the surface of the table and his back arched to get away from the pain. He had never felt something this painful before. His mind filled with nothing but the overwhelming sensation of being fried alive. When it seemed like he couldn't take it anymore, it stopped. Breathing heavily, he made out some sounds nearby. Talking? Was he hearing voices?

He felt something poke him and he felt the medicine run through his system. Before he could even think about what it could do, his vision blurred completely until he could see nothing but light. He was blind. He heard more voices and the shuffling of clothes, but he could make nothing out of the gibberish. It was either in alien or his hearing had been damaged.

He felt his boxers being ripped of and his legs being spread. His heart sped up, and he couldn't breath. Oh God, oh God. He tried desperately to hold back his tears. The alien took his time, violating his victim repeatedly, using many objects, and rarely spoke except to acknowledge his own gratification. All Jim could do was cry as muffled screams escaped his throat. Finally he lost consciousness.

When he awoke, he found he had been moved into a standing up position; feet spread apart and chained to the floor, arms spread above his head and chains hooked to them. The chains were tight and allowed no movement. And he was still naked. The alien saw the human wake up and smiled.

The alien slowly walked over to Jim, making sure to take his time and grin the whole way. The alien ran a hand over the human's neck and pressed its fingers at three different points, making the human grunt in pain.

The alien smirked and grabbed at something beside Jim and brought it up so the human could see it clearly: three needles. Jim's eyes widened, but the alien ignored the look and pressed all three needles in the same spots where it had previously pushed on. Jim hissed and grinded his teeth, but he would not cry out.

The alien seemed to pout, but then grinned. The grin sent shivers down Jim's spine. The alien grabbed something else from the table, something that looked like a chunk of ice. The alien pressed the ice gently on Jim's neck and watched as the human's face scrunch up in pain.

Jim bit back a scream, his fingers jerking helplessly in the manacles as the ice felt as though it was burning into his skin. As soon as it started, the pain receded and he felt the needled being pulled out. Jim's breath came back with an explosive rush.

The alien turned and yelled something to someone else in the room. Another alien replied and clanging sounds were heard. The alien torturing him looked at him thoughtfully, obviously not amused by the lack of screaming.

Another alien came in, wielding a knife. The alien torturer grinned and took it from the smaller alien. When the smaller alien didn't move, the alien torturer barked at it and it ran. The torturer turned to Jim, and it grinned maliciously.

Jim's screams of pain could be heard echoing throughout the room.