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WELL I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER UPDATE! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS NEW CHAPTER :) AND, THANK YOU ALL FOR THE FOLLOWS AND FAVORITES. THEY MAKE ME VERY HAPPY. ANY WAY, HERE IT IS CHAPTER 7.
Chapter 7
"On a scale of 1 to 10 how much does it hurt?" Jehdin, the clans top medic, asked as he applied a gel to the cuts and bruises on Elliot's burning skin. She hadn't spoken to Halkrath at all the next day, in fact she avoided him at all costs as much as she could. When morning came, he had opened the bedroom door and looked at her frail feeble form for a few moments, watching as her eyes shifted to meet his with out any words. Elliot's eyes had remained the same as they did the night before. Weak and pitiful. Halkrath had looked away a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should enter but decided the other as he looked to her before turning on his heel to leave. he had been kind enough to invite the doctor to look her over, but she retained the same empty emotion that he left her with. "on a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt." the doctor repeated, slightly louder this time as he snapped his fingers beside her ears, causing her to glance at him for only a few seconds. That was probably the only signs of life she showed so far that day.
Elliot said nothing, only used her arms to hide her still naked form from the glowing eyes of Halkrath who leaned against the wall, one foot propped up on its toes. He stared into her dull eyes as he said, "Answer him, little mouse." And that is exactly what she felt like, a defenseless little mouse in the clutches of a fearsome lion. She was prey and he the predator. She remained quiet, ignoring his soft order and receiving a bearish groan in response. "Elliot," he said, standing upright as he stared at her with his hands on his hips. "answer him."
Elliot looked down to her feet and whispered, "...20..." Halkrath gave a relieved sigh and glanced to the doctor for answers on her condition. After the events that took place, he was worried that she had became a mute with her prolonged period of silence. Her silence had drove him insane, like she wasn't there even though she was. It was like she was a ghost that lingered in the air and you wouldn't notice unless your had already been aware of her existence. The other looked to halkrath, taking off a pair of oddly shaped spectacles before giving an apprehensive sigh.
"Sir, could you please leave the room for a moment?" The doctor asked and halkrath let out a reluctant groan as he marched out of the room, letting the door slam as it closed. Eliot flinched at the sound, a bad memory manifesting in her mind. Jehdin kneeled in front of elliot to look her in the eye as he continued to apply the gel. Her body had relaxed some after a moment and she seemed to breathe more now that the intimidating male had left the room. The doctor watched her some and noticed how her eyes traveled to his in observation. She was reading him, trying to determine if he was truly better or worse than the other. "I'm going to ask you a few personal questions and I expect an honest answer. Do you understand?" She nodded a single but hesitant nod, giving the other the ok to continue. "Ok, have you and him EVER mated before?"
Elliot was silent a moment before replying with, "..no..."
"I see," he said with a pause as his hands moved to the small tooth shaped holes on her neck. "do you have a history of diseases that I should know about?" He continued as he examined her injuries in abundant detail.
The area around her wounds was inflamed and she winced at his touch but never pulled she was quiet before saying "...no..." her voice was a delicate whisper and her eyes had left him to look at the pattern of stitches that held the quilted pelts together.
"Very good. Have you ever had intercourse with anyone else?" A long moment of silence befell them until it was broken by soft sobs and a hand over her mouth. She pulled her knees close to her chest as she began crying an ugly cry of distress. Jehdin looked up to her watering eyes as he said, "...you are virgin?" And his head cocked to the side with interest.
"...I-i should have shot him when I first saw him..." she said in quiet monotone behind shaky breaths. The other looked at her with a tinge of sympathy knowing as well that she wasn't ready for that kind of attention. Tears were pooling in her eyes and he could see that she was using the strength she had left to hold them back and hide her emotions. It was failing though.
"should have shot him? Whatever do you mean?" He asked suddenly interested in how halkrath had obtained the traumatized girl.
Elliot wiped away the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and looked to the yautja male who had made himself comfortable in a chair across from her. "There was a building collapse, I was trapped with my leg crushed and he saved me..." she explained, trying to keep her voice steady. "...however now I think I wish I would have just died back there." Her breath hitched and she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
Her sobs came again and Jehdin released a low soothing purr that caused the girl to relax some. "Surely you wouldn't want that. He can be hard at times, but as your master he is entitled to care for you. Trust me, there are laws that protect you from any real harm." He voiced reassuringly.
Elliot glared at him as she said, " I take it rape doesn't count as real harm?" Her tone suddenly turned dark and went low with a terrifying hiss while her eyes narrowed with hate. what he had done was unforgivable. dishonorable even and Elliot questioned what he considered as honor. "He RAPED me! Forced me. He told me that he wouldn't make me do anything that resulted in me being harmed." She cried out in anger, throwing a pillow at the male as if he had said something stupid. she didn't deserve this. in a single moment he had not only taken her virginity, but also her pride and self esteem. she desperately wanted to just run and hide somewhere, but there was nowhere she could go. her thoughts were erratic, having no pattern and she wasn't even sure what she was thinking. at this point she wanted to shut herself off from the world and cry forever, but the only tears she could spare were small ones of mass confusion. she couldn't even find the real tears to express what had happen to her.
He was about to point out something but stopped himself short as he said,"...I know this may be hard for you, but as his slave you are to obey his every request." His words made it evident that he wasn't even aware of what happen to her. Halkrath had only gave him minor details in an act to selfishly protect his honor. She turned away from him in anger. How could he just get away with this? This man, this creature…...this monster that was Halkrath, he had no respect for her wellbeing and she couldn't determine how she became unfortunate enough to encounter him.
"I don't fucking care! What he did is unforgivable and I want nothing to do with him! I just want to leave...I wanna go home..." elliots voice became high pitched like a little girls as she cried with her hands to her eyes. Her tears just wouldn't stop and her breathing had become fast with no unique rhythm.
"Miss, please I assure you he will treat you with the most respect. You just need to trust him." Jehdin voiced defensively as if he had known the other long enough to be considered a close friend.
"trust? NO. He failed at that already. I can no longer put any trust in him. He can go die and I wouldn't care. Fuck at this point my own death would be a blessing." She articulated as she put her face in her knees, barely breathing now.
"Elliot, you don't wish that. Halkrath, he...he really is an astounding warrior who cares for others more than himself."
The girl managed a struggled scoff before saying,"BULLSHIT! if he cared then none of this would have happened! I...I don't feel like myself anymore. I feel like nothing. I-i..." Elliot began hyperventilating, clutching her neck as if to will her airway to open. "I can't breathe...It feels so hard to breath...what's wrong with me?"
Jehdin looked to her with sorrow filled eyes and said, "you're traumatized. Just, try to control your breathing. Your ok...just breathe slowly." He began taking deep controlled breaths to guide the girl through her anxiety attack.
Elliot nodded to him and began to inhale and exhale more slowly in accordance with his display.
"Better?" The doctor asked when he noticed the girl beginning to regain control of herself.
"Why can't I just go home? I don't want to be near him any longer." She said with tears still streaming from her eyes. Right now, all she wanted was to be back home sitting on her POS couch watching netflix and drinking a coke. But no, she was abducted and now she had become a slave as a sick form of repayment.
"I'm sorry," he replied with a bowed head. "If he has mated with you then you are now bound to him. You will have to stay and serve him unless he deems otherwise."
Elliot was quiet for a while as her brain processed the words that crushed her spirit even more. Those words were the last words she wanted to hear. How was it that she had to be the one to endure this? "No...I can't stay here." She said, looking to the male as if asking for help. "I can't be...this. I was a soldier, and proud of it. I had honor...but now I'm nothing."
Jehdin stared at her in silence, finding no words to help her. A sigh escaped him as he opened his mouth to speak. "I'm sorry...elliot..." he said her name softly and with sympathy, but not fully understanding her pain.
Elliot's teeth clenched in anger, realizing there was nothing he could do to help her. "...sorry doesn't cut it. He raped me. Stolen what was most valuable to me. My dignity and everything that gave me meaning. Forget being his housewife, I'm his..." she struggled to finish as the revelation overwhelmed her. "His...whore..." her hands held her head as her body trembled and she cried. She used to be so strong but now she was nothing but a scared and weak little girl. Jehdin hesitated as he looked around in search for what to do before finally letting his arms embrace her into a tight hug, his last resort in trying to comfort her. Elliot let his warmth engulf her as she cried into his shoulder. She needed this, even if he wasn't another human that could fully understand her. His massive hand rubbed her back as a soft purr vibrated in his chest. Elliot's cries dwindled after a moment until she was silent. compared to him, she was like a child who was lost and far from home.
Jehdin sighed, feeling strange as he held the small body close to him. She seemed so fragile as he gently comforted her so not to hurt her anymore than she had already been. It seemed like forever that she lingered in his shoulder, spilling all her pains and worries onto him, but he knew that she needed to just let it all out if she wanted to get better. After a moment he pulled away from her and watched as her hand rubbed her eyes to dry the tears and he then pulled out a small blue pill from a pouch hanging from his belt. "Take this." The order seemed more of a helpful guideline as he continued to hold out the small blue pill, wanting her to follow by taking it.
She looked at it skeptically before asking, "What is it?"
"It will prevent you from getting pregnant. I was told by your master to give it to you….but I'm sure you would rather take it without his order." Elliot took the pill and stared at it a moment, contemplating how it would affect her. It looked like any normal birth control pill but slightly bigger. She popped it into her mouth and swallowed hard, nearly gagging at the dry taste on her tongue. It tasted like dirt as it seemed to disolve on her tongue upon contact. "Good." He said. "You will have to fight the pain for a few days but the gel will dull it to a bearable level."
Elliot nodded in response as she silently said, "thank you...for listening." Her eyes had fallen away from him as if she was ashamed of thanking him. But who could blame her for feeling ashamed of thanking him? He was a yautja, and it was a yautja that put her through this unspeakable hell.
Jehdin nodded and said "I will return later to check up on your injuries. In the mean time, try and take it easy." Elliot scoffed. Take it easy? Halkrath would never allow that. He will more than likely tell her to suck it up and do as he says. "I will inform your master that you shouldn't move much so you can relax for now." He said as he walked to the door. He turned his head and looked back to the girl who sat on the bed before stepping outside. She returned his gaze with a solemn look of her own, thankful that he was the more gentle of yautja. She watched him leave and a sadness fell over her. When he was gone she would have to put up with halkrath and she knew he wouldn't be as merciful.
Jehdin waded into the living room where halkrath lounged sipping a chalice of c'nlip. He paused a moment to observe the other. Halkrath was holding the chalice with a grip so tight that his knuckles were turning white. His other hand was resting on the armrest while his right leg bounced on his toes nervously. Halkrath didn't seem to notice the other who began quietly approaching until he came to a sudden stop in his tracks . Jehdin met the stern eyes of the more dominant and cleared his throat to calm his intimidation of the other. "Her injuries will heal, but she should not do anything tedious until the pain leaves her body." Halkrath nodded but said nothing, sensing that the other had more to say. "sir," he paused looking away before finally speaking, "the female, she said that…..you RAPED her. is it true?" He said, emphasizing the word "rape" by saying it strong and clear while he raised his eyebrows in skepticism.
halkrath growled low but didn't answer immediately. Jehdin looked to him again, pressuring him for an honest answer. "i lost control." halkrath simply replied after a moment of trying to avoid the issue.
Jehdin sighed and his eyebrows raised as if he wasn't surprised by the excyse. "i know your family line, and i'm shocked you have done nothing about it." the smaller said and took a seat across from the other, eyeing him in search for reason. "your father made the same statement after impregnating your mother. he had come to me seeking help…..asked for brain surgery to cure himself." he informed, looking away as though the memory were a crazy one.
halkraths head tilted in interest. "did you do it?"
The other began shaking his head as if the question were one that could be answered with common sense alone, "paya no. Its an illegal operation that i don't even know how to do. however, i sent him to another doctor that could help." Jehdin stopped for a moment before opening his mouth again. "halkrath, you need to fix yourself before you kill her. you need to get that gland removed."
Halkrath's eyes narrowed and he placed his chalice on the table before him. "i'm not letting anyone mess with my head. you and me both know how that left my father."
"your father died because of other reasons. he was badly injured in a fight with a queen."
"yes but that never would have happened if he didn't let that doctor fuck with his head. i won't let my skills be diminished by some pointless extraction." Halkrath replied with a stone cold tone.
Jehdin sighed and his eyes softened with worry. "please reconsider. otherwise you could kill her…..and i know you don't want that."
"whatever. do you have anything else?" halkrath said scornfully as he looked away.
"yes," he said and continued when he had the others full attention. " if you intend to continue mating her, might I recommend that you do something to at least make her accustomed to the size difference? It's come to my attention that she has had no experience with…. larger males."
"You mean to say she was a virgin?" Halkrath spoke, looking to the other with agitated interest. it was clear he knew nothing about this woman and that made Jehdin feel more worried for the girl.
"Yes, sir." Jehdin replied with a pause before continuing to say, "I would also recommend that you invite another female over to give the human someone to talk to. You did leave her slightly traumatized after all. I can only think that maybe another female will do her some good."
"Slightly" didn't come close to express the level of trauma Elliot felt. It would be days, weeks, maybe a month before she would be able to forgive him and that was an IF. Right now, she only treated the male as if he didn't exist, completely ignoring his every word, look, and action.
Halkrath looked down at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. "She's that scared of me now huh?" he asked clearly ignorant of the woman's current emotions.
"what do you expect? you subconsciously forced her to do something she was not ready for. paya only knows if she will ever forgive you. hell, i don't even know what to think." the other said and bowed his head in thought. "you realise, that this sort of thing is something a bad blood would do. do you really want to be associated with them? with your status and all?"
halkrath growled at the comparison. he wasn't a badblood, no. he was an honored elite, a status earned with hard work and dedication. However, it only took the words of someone he didn't trust to change that for him. "fuck don't sit there and remind me. I asked you here because I trust you and no one else. I haven't had an incident in over ten years, but when she hit me I lost control."
"lost control. Halkrath, you have learned to control this over many years so how is it that you let one human change that? I have seen bigger prey put up a bigger fight and you remained calm. So what's the difference?" jehdin asked but continued knowing the other wouldn't have an answer for the last question. "do you want her to die by your hand?"
"no. of course not."
"then i think you owe her an explanation AND you need to get help. that is, if you intend to gain her trust again."
halkrath scoffed, his ego forcing him to push the suggestion off. he was an honored warrior with incredible skills but such things came with an ego that prevented him from showing emotion and weakness. not only that, but inheriting his father's traits left him even more arrogant and unwilling to show emotion. "if that's all you have then you can leave."
"that's all, however I will stop by to provide her with birth control so that she doesn't end up pregnant with your sucklings." The other replied.
"That's fine, now leave." Halkrath said with a stern gaze as he stood from his chair and escorted the male to the door.
Jehdin stepped out but turned when he remembered something. "halkrath," he said, halting the other in his attempt to shut the door. "humans are emotional beings. if you really intend on keeping her then you need to show emotion and encourage her to do better."
Halkrath growled this doctor was implying he show weakness then he was dead wrong. Jehdin turned again and began walking down the stone path that led away from the house. Halkrath watched the male leave before closing the door. He returned to the couch where he collapsed and continued sipping his beverage in the peace and quiet offered by the living room. His thoughts wandered to the female that was in his bed, laying there in pain and motionless no doubt. It was no wonder that she was so tight the night before. the night replayed in his head and flashes of the memory manifested behind closed eyelids. she had cried and screamed at him, called him a monster and a sick fuck. her body had trembled beneath his in utter fear and, hell, she managed to fracture one of his mandibles as she tried to get away. he couldn't blame her though, it was only her instincts that willed her to fight. she was a fighter after all and that is what he found most satisfying about her. she was so strong and so determined to live when he found her….but now, now she wished to die. sure the door had been closed, but he could still hear her talking with the doctor. the night continued replaying in his mind and he couldn't help but feel sickened. was that really him doing such a thing? it almost felt like it was someone else, but he knew it wasn't. taking his chalice, he looked into the liquid to observe his reflection in thought. she called him a monster but he didn't see it. all he saw was himself. the monster was in his head but he had heard stories of surgeries going wrong and he blamed surgery for his father's death, and so he refused any help offered. before his death, his father was also and honored male, but also a descendant of the Hish clans. it was his father's blood that coursed through his veins, and his father's attitude that became his. he was the same as his father. as far as his mother goes, he never met the female, he was told that the woman died during childbirth and so he was raised by another female while his father was on a hunt. when his father returned, he was trained for a few years perfecting his skills for his chiva. it was his father who trained him and taught him everything he knew. he admired his father, a man who had slain many queen kainde amedha and he was devastated when the male died.
His thoughts returned to the female in his room. she was in pain and he never intended for that, originally. but he didn't want to admit that he was the one that hurt her after saving her life, and so he lied to himself and told himself that she was a slave who deserved her punishment.
Standing, halkrath marched back to his room to check on the girl. She was still laying there and when he entered her head snapped to him and she tensed up in fear. He groaned at her reaction and glared at her. After the events of last night she no longer trusted him, rather she despised him and feared him. His hand reached out to touch her but she reacted by shifting away with a wince of pain. "...I can smell the stench of last night all over you. You need to go bathe little mouse." She couldn't help but cower at the memory.
"Can't you just leave me alone?" She murmured but continued with a scornful tone, "you have done enough damage..."
"You brought it upon yourself. I told you not to disrespect me but you did...and you fractured my mandible." He said, lying to himself, and rubbing the appendage ever so gently. Halkrath didn't want to believe what he had done and so the only thing to do was lie to himself about what happen.
Elliot returned him a look of disgust and hate before quietly saying, "fuck you. I did nothing to deserve such things. I should have fucking shot you when I saw you..."
Halkrath growled to himself before pulling her up to her feet where she cried out in pain. "Go bathe. That's an order." He sneered and she cowered, obeying his demand as she willed herself to leave the room not wanting to be in his presence any more. when she was gone, halkrath stood there staring at the messy bed. closing his eyes, the night began to replay again until he opened them again. for a moment his heart sunk in his chest and he felt bad, guilty even. he hated himself for what happen. like his father before him, he had raped another female and that was something he didn't believe in. halkrath knew what he did, but he didn't want to accept that responsibility and so he decided that he would forget it as much as he could. paya help him if he did it again.
Elliot clung to the wall for support as she left, never looking back to him as she exited the bedroom and entered the bathroom. Inside she stopped in front of the mirror, Her reflection gazed back at her, eyes red from crying and face still glazed in the dry remnants of sweat. She looked at her body, noting the bruised finger prints and trails of red from where his claws had cut into her skin. Elliot sighed as she turned away, unable to bare the sickening sight of her own reflection.
She stepped into the waist deep pool of water and sat down, letting her body be engulfed by the tingling warmth. A sigh escaped her lips as her body completely relaxed. She drew her knees to her chest and rest her chin on her knees as she let her mind go blank of all thoughts. The only thing remaining was residual memories. Her stomach tightened as the memories haunted her and she grew angry. She hated this, hated him. A thought invaded her mind and she began contemplating. The pool was deep enough, perhaps she could drown herself to end it all. How hard could it be? All it would take is holding herself under and then inhaling. The thought was extremely tempting and Elliot let her entire body slip away under the water and she began slowly exhaling. The bubbles rose to the surface, leaving her body to sink until she laid on the bottom of the pool. Her exhale stopped when she ran out of air and she continued to hold her breath until her chest tightened with the demand for air. Elliot pushed herself up and broke the surface with a desperate gasp. It was no use. Even when she wanted to die, her body still betrayed her as if god prevented her from ending it just yet. Her hand slapped the water as she willed herself not to scream. Why couldn't it be easy? Why did something so simple have to be so hard? Elliot bit her lip in an attempt to suppress her growing anger. The last thing she needed was for the male to barge in on her trying to commit suicide. Elliot gave up as she finished bathing, washing her hair and body and then she left the pool. She retrieved a drying cloth from a lone hook on the wall and wrapped it around her body, hiding the marks as best she could. Pulling the door open she continued to walk out, stepping cautiously in hopes that halkrath wouldn't notice her and that he would forget her. She entered her room and searched the wardrobe, only to be surprised by the fact she would be forced into a skimpy leather strapless bra and panties. She sighed to herself as she dressed in the minimal clothing. It didn't feel different, in fact she still felt naked in the outfit. Remembering her uniform had been left in the trophy room, she made the bold decision to retrieve it. She wrapped the towel around her again and tiptoed towards the dreaded trophy room. The door was closed, having been repaired and replaced some time ago, and she placed her ear to the wood to check if he was there. There were no sounds and so she mustered the courage to push the heavy door open. The hinges creaked and she looked over her shoulder in hopes he didn't hear the horrendous sound. She opened it enough to squeeze inside and looked around for the pile of abandoned clothes. They sat just next to the desk and she suddenly remembered that was where he pinned her. Why did it have to happen to her? Why did he have to save her? Why couldn't he have just left her in the rubble? Surely it wasn't honor. That was a lame excuse. Honor didn't drive civilized men to perform such acts. But then again, he wasn't exactly civilized was he. No he was more of a beast rather than a man. Sure most of him looked human, but he was far from that. This man...this thing had no honor, not the same she was used to at leas. Not wanting to dwell on the matter, she shook the thoughts from her head and quickly grabbed the clothes before scurrying back to her room, like a mouse to its hole. It was the only place she felt safe now although he could still come and go as he pleased.
Elliot laid the uniform out on her bed and looked at it. She wanted to put it on but oddly it didn't feel right. It just didn't feel like her. Her fingers traced over her name embroidered in brown on top of camo. It held so much meaning there on a uniform, but now she felt it as though her name had lost all valuable meaning. A name that held so much honor had just been defaced and elliot couldn't help but cry. She could no longer see herself the same as she once did and it only made her feel worse. Folding the clothes she then placed them neatly in the wardrobe and closed it, intending never to look at the stack again. She paced over to the bed and let her body fall into it. Curling into a tight ball she lay there with no intentions of ever moving.
For days, elliot just sheltered herself away in her room, never leaving even when told to go do her chores. She never left even when the male would growl and slam doors in anger of her stubbornness. Most of her time had been spent staring out the window with a blank stare, hardly ever blinking. Halkrath had come in multiple times and checked on her, having discovered that his orders only ever fell on deaf ears. She was practically mentally dead, never speaking to him again...not even looking at him. Occasionally he would walk into her room, stare at her for a moment and then groan in what sounded like disgust. It was hard to decide. Elliot couldn't determine if he was that angry with her or if the sight of her skinny form was getting to him. She was at the point in her depression where she hardly ate and halkrath nearly had to force food down her throat when she reached three days worth of her fasting. He couldn't understand why she was starving herself, at first he thought it was because he gave her food that didn't even look appetizing to him but when he moved to give her colorful fruits she still refused to eat.
He wondered what she did when he was gone, and so some days he sat outside her room listening for movement. He heard nothing, only started smelling the faint smell of smoke and heard her coughing. Halkrath remembered learning that some humans resorted to smoking to relieve stress, he guessed that was what she had been doing and decided to let her be. As far as her bathroom needs went, he never remembered seeing her leave the room to use the toilet, though he had heard it flush a few times. One day however, her scent had grown unpleasant and he knew she had not bathed in days. Was it her idea to grow disgusting to the point he wouldn't want her any more? If that was the case then it sure as hell wasn't working. Halkrath had taken it upon himself to barge in her room and hoist her out of bed. She panicked at first, squirming and flailing and crying thinking that he was going to assault her again. He didn't however, instead he carried her into the bathroom and said, "you need to clean yourself up. This is no way to live." His voice was low and soft, sounding less like and order and more of a plea. Elliot said nothing however, only remained frozen and stiff as he carefully helped her out of her clothes and into the pool where she sat with her knees to her chest. Halkrath had followed her in, something that shocked her even more so when he gently used a sponge to cleanse her skin.
He held her still, his claws digging into her skin and making her wince. She felt maddeningly uncomfortable to the point she pulled away and spoke clearly, "I can do it myself." Halkrath stopped, shocked by her demand, and then handed her the sponge before turning away and tending to himself. Elliot gently cleansed her skin and hair before climbing out and stumbling as she attempted to stand. Her entire body was still in pain and Halkrath wasted no time in spinning around when her heard her body hit the ground with a faint smack. After a moment of watching her struggle, he sighed and rinsed himself off before climbing out and helping her into fresh clothes. When she was dressed, he lifted her off her feet bridal style and began carrying her to her room.
He had laid her on her bed and left, leaving her to continue on with her confinement. The entire process would repeat until halkrath finally decided that she needed another person to talk to. It was finally clear to him that she had no intention of speaking to him.
Elliot awoke one morning, finding the house strangely a dead silent and she knew he wasn't home. As usual a relieved sigh escaped her. The moments when he wasn't home where her favorite, that was the time when she could actually safely move about the house and stretch her limbs. Her hand reached under the pillow where she pulled out the box of menthol cigarettes. Looking at it, she contemplated on smoking one, two or maybe even three. Another sigh escaped her as she gave in to her temptations and withdrew a cigarette. She struck the lighter and watched the golden flame erupt and ignite the tobacco. Smoke quickly filled the room, dancing in elegant patterns around her as it rose to the ceiling. Elliot opened the window and leaned against it as she flicked ashes outside and watched the smoke be sucked out. Gazing out to the horizon, she began wondering how long it would take for him to realize if she had gone missing. She could do it, run away and never look back, but it was only a matter of time until he found her. Looking to the orange sky above, she guessed she was only light years away from earth. The thought only made her head hurt, knowing that she may never see her home again. A cool breeze caressed her skin and she closed her eyes in remembrance of the soft winds from back home. "...I'm never going home..." she mumbled to herself and twisted the cigarette into the stone siding extinguishing it before flicking it away into the dirt below.
Elliot pulled out another and repeated the entire process, only this time more slowly as she savored the taste and scent. Without him being home elliot felt like she was in heaven. She felt safer not having him here and her mood would grow less depressing the longer he was away. But that never lasted. Eventually the male would return and she would be left questioning if he would attack her once more.
The sound of a door opening caught her attention and she quickly extinguished the cigarette and stashed it away inside the box with the rest. She cracked her door open and peeked outside. Out in the living room she could see halkrath entering the house. Damn. His eyes traveled in her direction and she withdrew her head to hide from him. Elliot's ear traveled to the doors surface upon hearing his voice and a foreign one. It was female, soft and high pitched. Sticking her head out again she watched a tall female figure enter. The newcomer was tall, yet a few inches shorter than halkrath, and she had a well defined hourglass figure. Elliot couldn't deny that the alien actually looked stunning, dressed in what appeared to be a traditional gown with jewelry decorating her. She might as well be a princess or something.
Halkrath clicked unknown words and elliot watched the female look around as if she had never seen the place before. Her eyes soon found Elliot's and she pointed to the girl who quickly retreated back inside her room. Halkrath looked to the closed door and said, "elliot, get out here." She considered ignoring him like before but knew that would cause more issues and so she peeked out the door before slowly stepping out and walking to the male, hiding her body as she did. A subconscious and relieved purr reverberated in his chest and elliot felt herself tense up under his prominent gaze. He had made that that sound the night before and unlike Jehdin's, his was more deep. It was a sound she couldn't get out of her head.
The fact that she finally made it more than 10 feet outside her room made Halkrath greatly relieved. Elliot on the other hand, was not used to being around people with so little clothing on, in fact she hated it. The muscular and dominant male stepped behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, nearly scorching her skin with his intense heat. "This is her. Elliot, this is Luar-ke. I asked her to come by and teach you our ways and to give you someone to talk to so I expect you to treat her with respect." Elliot looked to the woman that towered over her. Her eyes were soft unlike Halkrath's, a hazel green in color that complimented her lighter skin tones.
"It's nice to meet you, elliot." The female said in less than perfect english. It was clear she didn't know the language as well as halkrath, but it was still nice to hear a softer more sensitive tone. She spoke with an accent that sounded middle eastern, that is if you were to take away the occasional click between words.
"...nice to meet you, ma'am..." Elliot voiced quietly, hoping that was respectful enough. Luar-ke chuckled at the other, sensing her shyness and nervousness. She clicked something to the male and elliot felt his fingers graze her skin until they left with him. The front door opened and he was gone without a second look to the small female who relaxed after he left.
Luar-ke observed her body language, reading her as she tried to understand the human before asking her. It was clear she was scared of the male, seeing as how she tensed under his touch and then relaxed when he left. She began circling the smaller, inspecting her many past injuries and recent ones. The scratches and bruises were obviously from him, that she knew, but the more odd shaped ones sparked her curiosity. "Do you mind telling me how you got all these strange scars?"
Elliot looked surprised a moment before thinking back to past memories. "Most of them happened by accident, but the more distinct ones happened while in combat." She replied, looking to a few that littered her body.
"Combat? Are you a hunter as well?" She asked.
Elliot shook her head and replied, "no. I'm, rather was, a soldier in the army."
Luar-ke looked interested and said, "Ah so you are a warrior. But, I never imagined a female being a warrior."
Elliot scoffed as she sat on the couch and crossed her arms. "I get that all the time. And I hate it. Everyone seems to think that a woman CAN'T do a man's job and I have lived just to prove them wrong."
The outburst startled Luar-ke a moment but she didn't take it personally. "I'm sorry if I offended you. I only find it strange because even here it's the males that do everything. Hunting, fighting, and building." She said. Elliot shrugged in a forgiving manner.
"It doesn't matter now. It's not like I'm returning to that anytime soon." A tinge of sadness tainted Elliot's voice as she slouched into the back cushions and propped one leg up on the table. Luar-ke looked shocked and surprised at the display. She had never seen a slave show this kind of disrespect for its master's belongings.
"Does your master often allow you to do this?" She asked moving her hands to emphasize the matter.
Again elliot scoffed and rolled her eyes. "What's it matter to you? The only time I get even a sliver of freedom is when he's not around."
"...I guess I can understand that, especially since you fear him and all." The other replied and followed Elliot's display by leaning back into the sofa, more elegantly than the other.
"Can you blame me? After what he did he can go fuck himself for all I care." She rolled on her side to hide her eyes which were tearing up once again. She really didn't want to get into this. She didn't want to relive that horrific night, but this would be a chance to vent her feelings and emotions.
Luar-ke sighed knowing that it wouldn't be easy to get the girl to open up. "I know it is hard to adjust to this, but you are his slave and must abide by his every rule. It is your job to please him, when he asks for it." Elliot cringed at the thought as the woman continued. "Ms. Elliot, Halkrath is the most elite of males in this clan, he has not taken a female to mate at all, with the intentions of keeping her that is, and when he finally takes you, you are displeased. I assure you that the other females here are jealous. Never has a male chosen to mate with…...well, a slave. You should feel proud to please your master."
Elliot mocked the words and rolled her eyes."Most elite? Most honorable? He doesn't deserve even the nicest woman. He deserves nothing!" She said causing luar-ke to cower some. "I feel no pride in what he has done. If all the other women on this god forsaken planet want him, then they can have him. I want nothing to do with him." her tone had grown to be stern and relentless.
Again Luar-ke was shocked. She found it hard to believe that this human would refuse the affections of such an honored male. "I'm sorry, it doesn't work that way. He has chosen to mate you and you alone. You are bound to him by that. No female can break that."
"So I've been told. But still, I didn't want this. What gave him the thought that this was ok?" Elliot asked before mumbling something more. "...is rape really a viable form of punishment?"
"Punishment? Elliot, what happen?" The other asked with concern in her voice.
"...we got into an argument...I punched him in his uh," she made a vague representation of mandibles with her hands.
Luar-ke scratched her head in thought for a moment. "... he didn't tell you anything of our culture..." she said to herself before looking back to the female. " it is clear that you know nothing about our culture. You have much to learn and to start off you must know that what happen is more your fault."
"My fault?" Elliot repeated, snapping her head around in rage. "How is this in any way my fucking fault!?" She clenched her fists and her eyes narrowed in disdain. "You don't know anything about me! I didn't do anything to deserve this kind of treatment. He could have easily left me to die and that would have been far better than this."
Luar-ke jumped back a few inches in surprise. How could such a small creature have so much rage? The larger cleared her throat before answering with, " well...you see, when you hit him you pretty much invited him. When you hit him, you offered a challenge and he took it. You offered yourself to him." Luar-ke explained and watched Elliot's eyes widen in shock. "Elliot, you pretty much told him that you were interested." She braced herself for a comeback as she watched elliot. The small female was unpredictable and you could never know how she would react to certain things.
Elliot stood and stepped away in shock, as if trying to escape the truth. "No. No this is not my fault. That mother fucker forced me without asking me. I did nothing to deserve this and you, you have the audacity to take his side and call it my fault?" She barked with shaking fists as if making Luar-ke the new enemy. The other female tensed in shock. She may be small but Luar-ke was convinced that this human could stand against a smaller yautja. stray tears rolled down her cheeks as her eyes grew red again. the last thing she wanted to hear was that this was her fault. none of this was her fault. that sick bastard had forced her to open her legs, he showed her no mercy as he penetrated her to the core, nearly ripping her in half in the process. her shoulders and knees began trembling and she had to use willpower just to remain standing.
"I'm sorry. I was only telling you what he saw. Like I said you have much to learn about our ways and if you don't want what already happen to happen again, then I suggest you learn all that you can." She said, watching as elliot sighed and collapsed to the couch and began holding her head.
" So what, I'm supposed to become the ideal slave for him?" She sarcastically asked. "Is that why you are here? To teach me how to be his slave and how to fuck him?" Elliot showed no remorse as she said the words. Was he so hell bent on keeping her that he hired someone to train her to be a slave?
Luar-ke tilted her head from side to side as she thought of an answer. "not exactly...he wanted me to come by so you can talk to someone if need be. It seems your master understands the stress you are feeling."
A look of disgust painted Elliot's face. "Like that is going to fix this shit. Look I appreciate the sympathy and all, but I don't need you or anyone else to try and comfort me." she said. "nothing you say can reverse what happen so don't even bother."
Luar-ke sighed. "That may be the case, but, Halkrath has ordered me to remain here and teach you weather you like it or not. I understand if you feel the need to vent your feelings therefore I will not tell him if you disrespect him behind his back. That being said, I will be with you everyday to teach you all you need to know, as well as the language. Your master has said that he wants you to learn to communicate with him in his tongue."
Elliot cringed at the thought. Learning a human language was bad back in high school, but to learn an alien language would be suicide to her tongue. "Learn his language? So what I'm not allowed to speak my language anymore? This is such bull shit." She said, throwing her hands in the air as she did.
"Look, I don't make his rules, I'm only here to help you adjust." Luar-ke declared and was cut off before she could continue.
"Help me adjust? HELP ME ADJUST!? I don't need to adjust! I can't adjust to...THIS! I need to go home back to earth. I don't belong here." Elliot cried out, waving her hands in the air as she spoke.
Luar-ke stared at her as she looked to the floor, hair falling as a curtain around her face. "...I'm sorry, but you can't leave. You are bound to him. After all he is adamant that you repay your debt to him."
"...I don't even know what kind of debt this is anymore. He saved my life, yeah, but all this doesn't compare. Slavery is not equal to saving a life..." Elliot said quietly.
Luar-ke was quiet at first but eventually she said, "If it pleases you, I will try and get whatever you need to make yourself more comfortable, but, you must promise to learn and obey him otherwise he will not be happy with either of us."
"i don't want to adjust! i don't want to be his slave or his whore! why can't you see that?" the smaller abruptly said, nearly cutting the other off. it was as if she was telling elliot that the only way to feel better was to adjust to the change in lifestyle. how was she able to just adjust? sure she could block it out and try to forget, but that won't fix it. this would be with her for an eternity, and she would never be able to just let it go.
a deafening silence fell over them as elliot stared into the others eyes. luar-ke moved to speak but stopped herself when she couldn't think of what to say. it felt like forever until the larger was able to muster the words to speak, "...i can't turn back time to fix this, but i can at least make you comfortable."
Elliot sighed. she wanted to refuse all of this, but then again what choice did she have? she wasn't going home anytime soon so there was no point in fighting. "Nothing can make me comfortable here..." She said. The two sat in silence, waiting for each other to speak but it was elliot who finally broke the silence," ...I'm going back to bed."
Luar-ke cocked her head, "but, you have been in there for days. How can you just stay in there?"
"What's it matter to you? Why do you care? That room is the only place I feel any kind of safety and you sit here trying to convince me to not go back?" Elliot questioned in a cynical tone. "You know, you don't seem any better than him so you should just take your nice act and get the fuck out. I don't belong to him and I never will be his. I don't care what you tell him but do me a favor and tell him to go jump off a cliff. Now leave me alone!"
"Elliot please. I only want to help you get through this. You are strong and I believe that with the proper attention you will forget about this and move on." The other replied with concern in her tone. Those words threw elliot over the edge again and the bold human threw her weight into the other, taking her to floor where she pinned her and held a fist up ready to punch.
"Move on!? HOW THE FUCK CAN I MOVE ON FROM THIS! You don't know shit about me or anything about humans. You can't even make the right pronunciation of English words. Face it you are and will be no help to me! You should just leave and never come back before I fucking beat the shit out of you."
Luar-ke threw her hands up in defense and her eyes widened in fear. She could easily hurt the human but right now Elliot's mental state was one that Luar-ke didn't want to test. There was no telling what she was capable of and luar-ke knew now that she should not have said those words. "I'm sorry. Please I didn't mean to offend you or hurt you. Just please let me help you."
The fear in Luar-ke's eyes was convincing enough to make elliot stand down. The girl lowered her fist and got off the larger female who stood and brushed herself off. "If you really want to help me, then please just get me some new clothes and let me be. I don't want to wear this skimpy outfit anymore...I don't want to look like a slut" Elliot voiced quietly as she turned and walked away. Luar-ke watched as the girl returned to her room in silence, closing the door ever so softly so that it seemed her existence had just faded.
Luar-ke sighed, bending over to lift a chair to its upright position and was startled by the unexpected return of Halkrath. "Paya, you scared me..." she said clutching her chest.
"How did it go?" He asked taking a seat in front of her. His eyes scanned the room, noting the objects that had fallen to the floor. The question itself was a rhetorical one, he had heard the yelling from outside and knew that it didn't go well at all.
The female sighed with a shrug of her shoulders as if to say that there was no hope. "I don't know what you did to her...but she is not a forgiving person. I don't think an apology from you would even help," she paused and inhaled deeply. "Halkrath, you went overboard on her. I know you have had slaves before but never did you treat them like this. What happen?"
"That doesn't matter. What does she want?" he replied.
"it does matter. halkrath...did you really rape her?"
"what? no. i didn't rape her." he lied.
"don't you dare lie to me. i know you inherited the Hish gland and i know it can make you do things you don't want to do. is that what happen?"
halkrath growled in annoyance and said, "just tell me what she wants."
"...she wants new clothes and to be left alone." Luar-ke relayed and got a nod from the male.
"Take her out to town and get her something nice to wear. If she refuses, drag her out. I can't stand seeing her confined in that small ass room."
The female nodded, taking a seat next to Halkrath where the two then remained silent, listening as soft whimpers came from the room down the hall.
SO I DID SOME RESEARCH ON XENOPEDIA AND DISCOVERED THE HISH SPECIES OF PREDATORS. I TOOK THE IDEA AND ALTERED IT SOME, FEELING IT COULD MAKE FOR AN INTERESTING BACK STORY SO TO SPEAK. ANYWAY, HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ONE.
