Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

I awoke to the sound of snoring, and for a terrifying moment, I thought Weyoun had come back. But then I remembered that Weyoun doesn't snore, so I quietly got off the couch and headed toward the sound. When I saw the uniform, I thought it might be Dukat, which was worse than Weyoun, but when I got closer I realized it was Damar, in a drunken stupor and sleeping it off on the floor of my quarters. I knelt down beside him and shook him vigorously.

"Damar. Wake up."

He shot up and stared at me wildly. "Who are you?"

"That's not important. What are you doing in my quarters?"

"What do you mean?" he slurred. "This...my quarters..."

"I'm telling you, you've got the wrong room."

He nodded absentmindedly and I helped him off the floor. His clear blue eyes stared at me blearily as he tried to regain his balance.

"Do you want a raktajino?" He stared at me in confusion.

"Klingon coffee? You wouldn't want to stumble home and bump into every bulkhead on the way there, would you?" I headed toward the replicator.

"Got to tell...Dukat..." he murmured, rubbing his eyes.

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. "Tell him what?"

"The minefield..."

My heart stopped. "You found the answer?"

"Anti-graviton beam..." I ordered his coffee from the replicator and handed it to him with a smile.

"Why don't you go to your quarters and get some rest? You can tell Dukat in the morning, ok?"

He nodded, but he had sobered up a bit and looked me up and down. A lazy smile spread over his face and he took a clumsy step toward me.

"You're...rather pretty..." he slurred. I sighed in frustration and gently guided him to the door.

"Go home, Damar. Thanks for stopping by."

He stumbled down the corridor, accidentally bumping into a bulkhead on the way. I giggled and was surprised to feel tears in my eyes. Damar had just ensured the safety of the Alpha Quadrant, and for all my worries, I had only revealed the answer a day ahead of schedule. I just hoped Kira and the resistance cell would jump on board quickly enough to prevent the Defiant's destruction. The rest was in the hands of the Prophets. I curled back up on the couch and slept more soundly than I had in days.

Weyoun sighed inwardly as Damar gave his report on the minefield, as it turned out that interrogating Emma had only given him a small advantage over Dukat and the Cardassians. So this was what she meant when she kept asking about Damar. He was certain Dukat would promote his adjutant as a reward for finding the answer.

He smiled as his thoughts drifted to the girl. Her reactions had been most fascinating and he longed to see more; his eyes glittered in triumph as he contemplated the next step in his interrogations. He knew the Federation would attempt to take the station back eventually, and he needed to know if they were going to make a move against them.

And he knew just the place to go to get the answers.

I sang to myself as I washed my hair. It had been a few days since Weyoun's last visit, and I was starting to relax a little. I felt more confident alone, so I belted out MIKA and Katy Perry at the top of my lungs, certain that no one was listening.

It seemed that songs were the only thing that kept me occupied over these last few days. I usually didn't sing pop in the shower, but I expanded my horizons out of boredom.

I rinsed my hair and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around myself. I continued to hum as I walked into the other room, but I stopped dead when I saw Weyoun sitting patiently on the bed, a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

My hand immediately went to the towel around my core, and I cursed myself that I didn't get dressed in the other room.

"What are you doing here?"

"Your songs were quite interesting, my dear, and the sonic shower amplifies your voice quite nicely. But the lyrics leave something to be desired."

I frowned. "Were you listening to me the entire time?" I asked, my face growing hot as a blush crept up my cheeks.

"Not the entire time."

"Why are you here?"

He stood up and clapped his hands. "I understand Damar paid you a visit a couple of nights ago. Would you care to fill me in?"

"He was drunk and thought these were his quarters. I got him some coffee and sent him on his way."

"And that's all?"

I nodded.

"You didn't tell him about the minefield?"

"No, he told me. I told you he would figure it out eventually."

Weyoun nodded and came closer. "And I appreciate your honesty in both cases. So...I need you to be honest with me again."

I gripped the towel tighter and looked down at the floor. I saw his shadow approach me, and a gentle finger lifted my chin.

"It bothers me how upset you were the last time we met. Am I really that repulsive to you, Emma?"

I didn't answer, and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

"Describe how this feels, my dear. I want to know."

His eyes stared at me intently as I felt my blood rush and my heart pound.

"I...don't know how to describe it..."

His eyes narrowed as his finger lightly traced my spine. "Really? Try."

I was too absorbed in the rush of feelings to attempt to gather words to explain how it all felt. He held me even closer, crushing me in his cruel embrace.

"Why don't you take the towel off, Emma? I've already seen what's beneath it, so you have nothing to hide," he whispered in my ear, sending chills from my head down to my toes. I simply looked up at him pleadingly, but it seemed he wasn't going to let me go without a fight.

"What do you want to know?"

"I've already told you what I want to know. I expect an answer." He turned me around to face the bed so that my back was to him. I felt his breath on my neck and it was giving me chills.

"Do you want me to do what I did last time? I assure you, my dear, I will not be as gentle this time."

I shivered as his hand crept down my body and found my legs. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he went to work, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a response. But it was hard to keep still and silent when he refused to quit; it was getting harder and harder not to moan.

But he finally won when I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I let out a long, husky moan and leaned against him. He responded with a chuckle.

"I see...so you do find that pleasurable after all..."

"Yes..." There was no use in lying, he knew I liked what he did. He turned me around again and quickly closed the distance between us. A rough, impatient kiss covered my lips, and my hands left the towel to creep around him. My fingernails dug into the back of his neck, and I felt the towel slip to the floor. I broke away, mortified.

"Now really, I've seen every bit of you there is to see, my dear. It's useless to hide and it only makes things difficult when you give in to your silly apprehension," he muttered dangerously. "I'll have to break you of that."

Every inch of me went cold at his words, and he shoved me onto the bed and pinned me there, a satisfied, triumphant, smug look on his face.

"I'll have to break you of a lot of things, Emma. Let's start now, shall we?"

His lips moved on to my neck, and his hands lightly traced the outlines of my body.

"Tell me...is Sisko...going to take back...this station?" he muttered in between kisses.

"I don't know," I gasped. "It depends on so many things, and..." I couldn't breath for a second or two as his hands wandered over me.

"Go on," he whispered, egging me on with rougher caresses.

I refused to be the one to blow the lid off Kira's resistance cell. I'd leave that to the Cardassians, so I didn't respond. He stopped and stared at me.

"There's something you're not telling me..." he said slowly. He leaned forward so that his lips were right next to my ear. "I'll have to break you of your fondness for these Federation people too. What secrets are you hiding from me?" His lips were so close that they brushed the outer cartilage of my ear, and I gasped as the tingling sensation started to build there too.

"Tell me," he insisted, "or the little modesty you have left will be gone."

"What do you mean?" I asked through gritted teeth. He smiled maliciously.

"I'm not at all affected at the sight of you naked. I must admit, I find your reactions interesting, but I'm sure that Damar or Dukat would be more than happy to...get to know you."

After he let his words sink in, he pulled me up so that I was sitting and gripped my shoulders. "Will Sisko take this station?"

"If someone gets a message out that you're taking down the minefield, then yes, he's going to want to take the station back."

Weyoun nodded in agreement. "See how much easier that was? I'm sure you'd be much happier with your situation here if you would simply cooperate. Let go of your apprehension and fear, Emma, and we can work together to make things easier for everyone involved. And if you truly love your people and their allies, which I'm sure you do...you'll agree when I say that helping us now will help them later."

I looked away and sighed.

"Emma?"

His voice was soft and friendlier than I expected. I turned to look at him.

"Are we agreed?"

"It's that or die."

"A harsh way of putting it, but the truth nonetheless. And if you ever want to see home again...you had better lose that attitude of yours."

One final kiss and he released me. I walked slowly to the bathroom to retrieve my clothes, then I collapsed on the bed. But Weyoun had simply gone into the other room, and once I had gotten comfortable, I heard the door open and saw him return. He pulled off his outer tunic and shirt, then crawled into bed beside me.

I jumped up and backed up against the wall. He chuckled and crawled out of the bed after me.

"Really, Emma? I thought I had impressed upon you the uselessness of resisting me. I assure you, I've done all I want with you today. I'm not going to hurt you."

I refused to believe him. It was just another ruse, and I'd had enough of his attentions for one day.

"I won't hurt you, but the Jem'Hadar will," he growled maliciously.

Considering my options, I slowly returned to the bed, curling myself into a little ball with my back to him. I heard his muffled laugh and a creamy white hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"Face me like a woman, my dear. You have nothing to fear...until tomorrow."

With that, he ordered the lights to dim and closed his eyes. I spent the next ten minutes staring at him and contemplating the situation. A month ago, I would have dreamed of this, but I was finding out how very twisted that fantasy was.

The evening had been satisfactory, but Weyoun knew there was so much more to do and learn with Emma. He relished every reaction and wanted more. Slowly, from deep within, he realized that what he wanted was to feel what she felt, to be driven so far by pleasure as to lose oneself in it. It appealed to him greatly, but as soon as the thought formed, he banished it from his mind for the time being. He had other things to concentrate on than seeking pleasure from a young teenage girl.

But, maybe, when they won this war...she would make an excellent slave...

...

After another fifteen minutes or so, I heard his breathing grow soft and even, and my thoughts drifted. I didn't know if I had been transported into the future or if this was some parallel reality, but all my senses told me this was real. I had daily proof of it, thanks to Weyoun.

I realized there in the darkness how much I missed my mother. And it was the little things that I missed the most: her tense shoulders that I massaged every once and a while when I was feeling obliging, her mannerisms and expressions, the smell of her hair. I wanted to be with my mother now more than ever, and I wished with all my might that the man lying beside me could somehow be replaced by the woman who raised me.

But, like most of my wishes, this one did not come true.

"Mommy," I mouthed to the darkness. "Wherever you are, I want you to know that I love you...and that I'm sorry."

I let my tears fall, but finally I fell asleep.