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Chapter 7: Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire

~Sanshi~

In a drugged haze, the eyes of the young girl opened slowly. The soft glow that dimmed the room made her feel warm all over. Heat like that that made her sluggish. She moved her head around in hope it would help her eyesight to adjust to her surroundings. As the world slowly came into focus she, again, found herself remembering the events that brought her to her current situation; her father and universe were gone, she was alone in this strange timeline and in this strange place, she was alone, so very alone. Her father, her last remaining relative, had sacrificed his life to destroy their universe, of course not before sending her back here. 'Back here for what...' she wondered. It slowly began to dawn on her that she was the last remaining survivor of that now destroyed universe. 'Where was here? Why this place? Why this time? Father always had a plan'; but this one didn't make sense to her. He sent her to a planet destined for destruction where only an Ice-jihn ship, and small pockets of human life, remained. He couldn't have known this is where she would have ended up. Perhaps, for once in his life, he may have made a miscalculation; a miscalculation that had put her life in danger. Although, it would have been hard for him to predict her passing out due to injury, or the fact her ship ran out of fuel before landing.

Bubbles from her breathing tube were traveling past her face bringing her back into her current reality. She made herself blink hard with the hope to rationalize her current situation and bring her mind back into focusing on the room. With her vision now much clearer, she begun to realize that she was still inside what appeared to be an old fashioned regen tank. She stretched out her limbs, and felt her body feeling for any type of injuries. Much to her surprise, all her injuries were healed up rather nicely. So why weren't they letting her out of this old tank? Maybe they felt safer with her inside the tank. Realization hit her hard once more when she felt that they had placed a Ki damper around her neck. She felt herself sigh internally. Sure, she had dealt with Ki dampers one too many times before; which was always quite the annoyance. Ki dampers, in layman's terms, would stop the person wearing them from taking in energy or using their own energy regardless if it was to heal or to fight. It also was hell on one's lifeforce, making it hard to meditate or focus energy properly. However their biggest flaw was that if the person was strong physically it did nothing to hold that back.

She debated in her mind if she could break it and bust out of the tank. Seeing as it was an older version of the ones she was used to. She had figured it would be as easy as cake to break the tank if she wanted to, but what would be the point? Although these people didn't seem to trust her, would she have done any different. Strangers, especially ones asking for help, were the worst. In circumstances that she had become accustomed to, they were almost always after something or simply wanted to scope out what you had so they could steal it later. She hated to compare herself to those types of people, but it was a big part in making any decision. Put yourself in the other person's mind and decide how you would react. She honestly didn't care at this point, if they felt safer with her locked in here; she would stay put for the time being. Not like she had anywhere to go, or anyone looking for her. The thought brought her to deep feeling of loneliness. It was almost suffocating how it filled her. She needed to distract herself by looking out the window in front of her and continue scoping out the room.

Now that her vision was cleared, she could see it was the same room from before when she was first knocked out. One of the Garians was seated at the main desk, clearly meant to be her guard, however it was obvious he was sleeping on the job. The horned people had an exceptional trait of being lazy, but would sit anywhere for good pay. Guess this guy lives up to the stereotype. Sanshi couldn't help but smile at that fact and turned her attention to the cabinets on the other side of the room. On the very top of one particular shelf she could see the small black cat that had taken a liking to her, peer from its spot at her inside the tank. It's big, cute eyes almost saying 'are you coming out to play soon?' They watched each other for a few moments; the cat pacing on the tops of the cabinets and her floating freely in the tank.

Suddenly the tank began it's alarm with loud beeping, it must have finally calculated that she was awake. Maybe they didn't plan on keeping her in here after all? They had left the flush sequence on. The pinkette thought about the old models of regen tank she had studied, and looked around for the alarming sensor. She found it above her head, the worst spot for a sensor really, but honestly it was the past after all. The liquid in the tank would distort the sensor's capabilities making the healing process drag on far longer or shorter than actually needed. There were even times when the person would only be half healed and the movement of their hair would trigger the sensor. Small flaws that could be easily altered with a more advanced machine, but at least she could work this to her benefit. She shook her head and was thankful for the green liquid draining from the tank. She stood on her feet in the tank, removing the breathing apparatus from her throat. Normal people would have to be put out for this, but she was used to it. She placed her hand on the glass, but the tank door wasn't opening as it seemed it was locked from the outside.

Sanshi continued to stare at the still sleeping Garian who still hasn't budged even with the alarm increasing its beeping. Now that the tank was empty, she could hear his loud, snoring. It was comical to think she was the staring at the butt end of a Garian joke. She could only stifle a giggle, and sigh as she walked herself through her options: she could break the tank and get out on her own; but that would make her look hostile, she could set off the master system alarm in the tank by breaking the sensor; but that would probably get her Garian guard killed since these machines are expensive, or she could meditate and wait for the idiot to hear the beeping and wake. As much as it annoyed her, option three seemed the correct answer, she had no reason to make an enemy of any of these races. She sat on the floor of the tank, and cleared her mind to begin meditating. After about ten minutes or so, with her luck, another Garian had walked in and noticed the beeping tank. Growling in annoyance, he then hit the on duty guard with a 'bonk' on the head. The sluggish brute woke up with a jolt.

"What did ya do that for!" The on duty Garian complained rubbing the back of his head and glaring angrily at his partner.

"You idiot! How long has the damn tank been beeping like that? You can't fall asleep on the job! You make us look like idiots!" he scolded while staring down the on duty guard. The child, sensing the other presence in the room, stopped her meditating and stood up.

"Ya, well, it's not like the dumb brat was going anywhere," The guard grumbled while getting up, and adjusting his pants. He walked over the the regen control panel and released the door lock. The other Garian watched from the doorway. The young saiyan make an irritated face at the dumb comment, but decided to lets it go, again with a reminded that she was trying to not make enemies. The door creaked as it swung open and she stepped out, her body soaked from the fluid in the tank.

"Thank you." She soke curtly while looking around for a towel to dry herself off with. The Garian in the door looks at the other as they stared at each other for a moment.

"Get her a towel you idiot! How long have you been working here and you don't even know that." The Garian at the door shouted. Clearly a higher rank than his counterpart, Sanshi watched as the guard Garian slowly makes his way to a cabinet to get a towel for her. She can hear him mocking his superior under his breath. She rolls her eyes, but thought better to stay quiet. She reminiscing on her father's advice; sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all. Coming out of her thoughts, she was brought back by him handing over the towel. She managed to offer a weak smile of her appreciation, and she dried herself by wrapping herself in the towel. By their attitude, they probably had never really used that tank before. The Garian, over at the door, walks over to the guard.

"Get out of here you idiot you're done for the day." He growled shoving the guard that was on duty out the door. He then turns to inspect this young girl. His gaze far too long at the pink-haired, saiyan girl wrapped up in a towel. Sanshi had seen those eyes before, they were never a good thing. They were the eyes of curiosity, mixed with bad intentions; usually only self serving ones. His eyes followed the girl's silhouette from her feet up to her head; probably trying to understand the value in a girl like this. She, uncomfortably, shifts in her stance starting to get annoyed by his wandering gaze.

"Do you have clothes or something for me? Were you guys able to find my ship?" She firmly speaks breaking his train of thought. He looks back up to her face licking his lips before speaking.

"Ah yes, our lord picked out an outfit suitable for you. We also found your ship and salvaged what we could. His lordship requested you be brought to the bridge as soon as you were awake." He moves to the cabinet on the wall, pulling out a bag with fresh clothes in it. He hands it to the girl as his gaze lingers idly. She was no fool, she had seen this type of tactic used before. It was a power play to see how she regarded him. This was now a game to show who was more superior. If she asked him to turn around, or leave while she was changing it would be implying she was superior. It would keep her dignity, but he could use the request as a sign of her not cooperating, or that she was trying to escape. If she simply changed in front of him it would imply she felt he was superior to her, little did he know there was a 3rd and much better option. She sighs and changes right there turning her body around, so only her back was exposed for his sick pleasure. She had won this little game for the most part, much to her uneasiness. The outfit she pulled from the bag was not a normal one for her age, but it was still better than cold and wet ones she was currently in..

There were only a few contents in the bag she was given. The first things she took out were the small bra and underwear both fairly plain. The outfit however, left little to the imagination. It was a white with red single fabric chinese style dress that tightens at the waist with a small hole for her tail. She had seen a similar dress once before in her time. It was worn by a hybrid girl around her age and apparently the poor girl was sold as a lowly slave. She recalled that she heard that the master had drugged and used the girl for profit, as opposed to simply killing her. She remembered her owner mentioning how much money he made off selling her body every night. She shuddered at the memory, and tried not to think she might have a similar fate. The girl killed herself not long after her father saved her. She recalled her father telling her how drugs were very dangerous things. He warned her to never be subjected to it willingly as they can have many different side effects; side effects that could do irreversible harm. He tried to shield her from that world of crime, but with his line of work, it was hard not see the darkest parts that the universe offered. She wasn't sure why she suddenly thought of that girl and her outcome, but silently she prayed that she would not share the same fate. It did not take long for her to finish dressing. When she had turned around she came to find a disappointed Garian. She couldn't stop the smirk that tagged at the corners of her mouth.

"I suppose you are also my escort to your lord?" She spoke again, and adjusted her stance. She wrapped her tail around her waist tightly and watched him with her sharp eyes. Just because he made her uncomfortable, she be damned if she even let him get a shred of her dignity.

"Yes I am." He spoke while turning towards the exit, "Follow me".

As he turned away, the child made a quick glance back at the small cat that continued to follow her. If she didn't know any better, she could swore that he appeared to want to come with her. Without a second thought, she signaled him what she hoped would come across as stay.

The Garian opens the door and leads the way down to a large corridor to what the little Saiyan imagines is probably the bridge of the ship; complete with a full communications system. The man who initially injected her sits in the captain's chair near the front. She is brought in front of him as her Garian guide bows slightly, and slams his fist on his chest.

"Lord Dyon! I have brought you the saiyan girl as you requested." The Garian says lifting his head. The leader, Lord Dyon, as he was just announced, turns to look at the girl again. She can't help, but feel her skin crawl as his gaze over her is much slower this time. The ship was clearly moving in deep space, just how far from the initial planet she landed on were they? Much to her dismay, she would find out shortly.

"Very good, did I not tell you this outfit would look perfect on her?" The lord spoke while giving a dark grin. He stands up out of his chair and walks towards her and the her escorting Garian, "Utar, you have done great work. You are dismissed". The Garian nods and turns to leave. Sanshi can only stand there until this Dyon's gaze becomes too much for her. Uneasy, she looks away.

"Thank you for saving me Lord Dyon, though I understand being cautious, I really mean you, or your crew, no harm. I would really appreciate you removing this Ki damper, please?" Sanshi requests respectfully as she tried her best to not sound hostile. The lord smiles as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Mustering up courage, she forces herself to look straight into his eyes.

"I still believe you are far too dangerous for us to allow you to freely use your Ki Miss?" He leans down into her face; clearly looking for a name.

"Sanshi, my name is Sanshi." She carefully removes his hand from her shoulder. "I had hoped that this would be a civil conversation as I am truly grateful for your help. However, I do have boundaries, and would like a say in how I compensate you for all that help." She couldn't mistake the tension in the room as she felt every pair of eyes in the room on their little exchange. She was clearly missing something huge here; and every fiber in her being was screaming to bolt from this situation, but why? Not that she hadn't been feeling this the entirety since she had awoken from her ship crashing.

"My apologies Miss Sanshi, but your fate has already been decided. You see, our boss Lord Cooler, is currently planning a war against your race. And I am excited to tell you, your my first gift to Lord Cooler," His smile grows. "Though I don't think you'll like it very much." Sanshi is about to argue when her words die in her throat as she finally remembered her father's warning about the Ice-jins. 'Avoid them at all costs for they deal in slaves and torture.' As the panic sets in from her sudden realization she feels the collar on her neck tighten. Lord Dyon smile only increases in size as he grabs her arm, and brings her close enough to speak into her ear.

"Lord Cooler owns you now little Saiyan, and he will beat you senseless as he pleases". His grins sadistically as the child tries to break his grip. Unfortunately, the collar saps most of her strength. Why could she never remember her father's lessons until it was far too late? She struggled to pull at the collar; when suddenly she felt a jolt of electricity surge throughout her body with enough pain to knock her down to the floor. That is when a sickening feeling spreads throughout her blood, this collar would not be so easily removed. She shakes her head trying to regain what composure she could muster. She needs to push away her fear and find a way to escape. She was in a lot more danger than she originally thought; that much was clear. Her gaze freezes as she looks up to see him standing before her. He towers over her smirking when suddenly the screen behind him flickers on.

"Lord Dyon! Lord Cooler's ship is hailing us. Should I put him on screen?" One of the Garian workers spoke up as he glanced up from his screen.

"Yes please, I am sure he is eager to get a look at his gift," Dyon grins as he roughly grabs the pinkette up from the ground, and forces her to sit on the floor beside his chair like a dog. As he takes his seat, the screen flickers again, and the face of a true Ice-jin pops up filling most the screen. Sanshi's eyes reluctantly meet his; and the coldest of chills runs down her spine. This man, without needing her instincts to scream at her, was extremely dangerous. Something in his sickening expression made every fiber in her being scream for her to run away. What is worse; was she didn't need to sense him, or even hear his voice to know that.

"Ah Dyon is it," The cold tone of an ice-jhin fills the room, "You say you have a special gift for me? Well do hurry up! I am terrible at waiting for my gifts." The cold face on screen eyes his servant Dyon and then the young girl beside him. Dyon drags the child up by her hair letting Cooler get a good look at his new toy with a tail.

"Lord Cooler, I believe I have found something that may interest you. This girl here is a Saiyan hybrid. I found her crash landed on the dead planet Earth. She is young, but I feel that will make her incredibly useful with a bit of your special training." Cooler's gaze turns solely to the trembling child who couldn't help but avert her eyes from his sinister glance. She felt his gaze on her. Her mind going blank; it truly felt like any moment this monster would eat her alive if he wanted to. Her heart races in vain hope that this is a dream, and her father would wake her by saying 'it's going to be alright.' But, she wasn't that foolish; she knew better than that. This was reality he had gotten her into. She began to understand his phrase of 'out of the frying pan and into the fire'.

The ominous ruler's cruel smile only deepened at the child's uncomfortable stature, "I will accept this gracious gift. Board my ship and I will give you your reward for such a wonderful find." Sanshi's felt her stomach drop and she had to resist the bile forming in her stomach from rising up and spilling out. She couldn't help but feel like this poor bastard Dyon would end up dead by the end of this; not that she felt particularly remorseful for scum like him. After all, we all end up dying someday. She just hoped that she wouldn't have her life ended the same way as this piece of trash; or at all for that matter. She liked living. She liked feeling the sun on her skin and the wind in her hair when she flew. She loved all those little things and to think someone might take just those simple pleasures away from her made her cold blood turn icer.

"Yes Lord Cooler," Dyon gives the same salute the Garian did for him. Before the connection is cut Cooler caught her eyes once more, and for a split second, that evil smirk only grew. Desperation begins to fill her, if she is going to escape she have to do it now, because who knows what that monster will do to her when he gets his hands on her. After taking a deep breath, she caught herself looking around the room forcing herself to calm down. She needed to think more clearer and to narrow her options. Simple strength would not win this escape. She had her mind and hopefully that would be enough. Her mind began to run through the facts she knew. A ship like this would have standard escape pods if she could break free she could board one and run. This Ki damper wouldn't have remote control yet surely, that meant she would have to endure the pain until they got far enough away from the ship. Before she can bolt Dyon grabs her arm.

"Ah, ah, ah, we will be going this way little saiyan," he says pulling her closer. His breath reeks with the scent of garlic, and his eyes swimming with sick greed. His walking drags her along behind her down the hall she once came. There was no time to figure out anymore consequences; if she was going to escape, now was the time. With her conviction strengthened, she twists her arm free rolls forward and kicks him straight in the jaw then runs. With the act of surprise on her side, she bolts towards the nearest room she can see and hides away in the regen room. Adrenaline courses through her ears as it sounds like crashing waves as above it, she hears him scream, "SHE GOT AWAY FIND THAT LITTLE BRAT!"

Hiding in one of the cabinets, she hadn't realized until too late that something on her shoulder she would have screamed if not for the purring. It was that strange little cat again! She gently picks him up and holds him to her chest as she listens with her acute hearing as guards rushes past the room. So slowly, once the coast is clear, she makes her way through the ship dodging guards best she can while heading towards where the escape pods should be kept. Her unfortunate luck continued to aid her as the ship's alert system had not been activated yet, likely because it would send a distress signal to the nearby ship. Dread filled her as she finally made her way to escape pod docks and came to a horrible sight.

Every escape pod was gone, and what is worse was that the guards began closing in on both sides. Inwardly she was cursing her luck as it seemed that is was out. She should have known this wouldn't have worked! They probably got rid of the escape pods before they even left Earth,and now they used it to corner her. Her father would be rolling in his grave at her rookie mistake. How stupid could she have been to think she could just walk out of here unharmed with all the obstacles they put in place! She hadn't the faintest the idea how to get out of this mess which only made her berate herself more for her actions that lead up to this point.

With surrender on the horizon, her only option was to step out with her hands raised, her hair concealing the small furry creature the best she could. "You jettisoned the escape pods . . . thats was a smart move." The sound of defeat clear in her tone. It wasn't missed on her as that sick bastard Dyon steps forward, the guards surround her with their weapons.

"Your lucky your valuable otherwise I would have killed you right here!" He threaten with such disdain in his tone as he snatches his hand out and grabs onto her while forces her along again. Surrendering, Sanshi finds herself walking willingingly down the corridor to the ship's main port. They make their way onto a transport ship clearly designed for slaves. She could tell this by how the ship was designed and how the conditions went from a pristine shine, to the dirty and worn slave hold. Obviously this was not the first time she was in this sort of predicament. Dyon was none to kind as he placed her angrily in restraining bonds. As soon as he has her secured, the transport ship took off. These bonds kept her seated against the side of the ship; hands locked in a mechanism above her head.

Dyon spends the short flight glowering in his victory over the young saiyan girl. All she can is stare, just stare the window as the small cat nuzzles against the ki collar. An unsettling silence settles over her, and yet in her mind she continues her lamentation about her situation. That is one memory she won't lower herself to feel; she would not allow them to see her suffer-to cry. She would not tarnish her father's most precious teachings. They may have her, but they will not control her. She was a Saiyan damnit! No way in hell, scary ass lizard be damned, was she going to let them see her sweat! This same silence continues to fall over the ship as it lands in Lord Coolers main port. Unknown to her, none of these men have ever been on this ship, let alone seen Lord Cooler in person, but now here they were. After few silent moments, she finally decides to speak up.

"Debating whether you wanna let me go, or not?" She jokes easing her own tension, which earns her the attention she sought out. She had to stop her nervous laughter from bubbling over as she saw how out of place her comment made them all feel.

"Of course not," Dyon says gaining his composure again. Clearly he had some idea who he was dealing with. If he only really knew though, he wouldn't dare set foot on this ship without a real prize. The bay doors suddenly hiss open, and a man in dark purple armor meets them at the door.

"I am Jetsen, I will be your guide while you are aboard this ship." The strange man says as he leads them all off the ship. Dyson unhooks the child from the ship's wall and follows, while keeping her close. "Ah yes, the young gift," the man who called himself Jetsen says looking her over. "We'll have to change out your collar for an updated one, Lord Cooler does so enjoy gifts that behave." At hearing this that same cold chill shoots down her spine with the same unsettling feeling blooming within her stomach.

"Let's do that first shall we?" He states as he leads the way down a long and decorated hall to a room full of collars, and a strange chair device. With some resistance, they were able to strap her into the chair immobilizing her. Dyon watches as the man injects the girl with something. He watches as the girls efforts to escape slowly fade out to nothing. Fortunately, the cat that was hiding in her body somehow to managed to escape while all eyes were focused on her.

As the serum begun to take its hold on her, Sanshi can slowly feel her cares slip away, her drive to escape now nearly nonexistent. Her eyes dilate from the stimulant. 'Keep your head together now's your . . . your chance to . . . to do what again?' The man skillfully switches the old collar for the new one and with the girl in a drugged haze she can't even fight back. Her small body limp in the chair as she gives easy access to those around her. Her mind in a far off place as her vacant stare picks a part of the ceiling to get lost in.

"What was that stuff you gave her?" Dyon asks genuinely curious and surprised to see the rebellious girl suddenly docile.

"You must not deal with powerful slaves often Mr Dyon." Jetsen says putting on the finishing touches. "It's called alight, it's a drug we use to stimulate, and sedate our slaves. In a way, essentially all we are doing is getting them very high, very fast," He laughs, "We do have to be careful though; it is highly addictive and if overused can turn the slave into a vegetable." In the first time in years, the little Saiyan's mind is blank, free of cares or worries, and quite frankly, she doesn't care how long. 'Nothing matters anymore.' Seeing her relaxed state, Jetsen draws another needle and preps it then injects it into her shoulder, "This adrenalin will counteract the effect of the drug, and bring the slave back to reality nearly as quickly."

Just as he starts explaining to the men in the room, the once peacefulness of the drug that overtook the young girls mind slowly gives way to the real world. Pain, pain was all she knew as the new collar took hold, and the adrenalin finally fill her veins. Her eyes flew fully open and a strangled gasp tore from her small mouth. She couldn't even register as she cried out, "What . . . what did they just do to me! What was that!" The world, her world, it was all ending and there was nothing to stop it. Her nails dug into the chair making marks while she shook her head struggling against the restraints of the chair. The group of men nod in admiration of their leaders strategy for dealing with slaves. None paying much mind to the little girl losing her very mind in that chair. The adrenaline making her heart pound forcing the other drug out of her system.

"Quite impressive! I wish I would have had that to move her here." Dyon spoke in a serious tone while he was in awe at the advanced technology of this empire. The purple man named Jetsen only just laughs and unhooks the new prisoner from the chair. Almost immediately, in her crazed mind, she forces herself to make a break for the door. The Garian leader tries to reach out grab her, but Jetsen put ups a hand and makes him lower his attempt to grab the new escape artist.

"Let her go. She won't get far."

Sanshi makes her way back towards the docks down the long hallway. By now, her body had caught up with her mind; and the pain began to subside. This was too easy! She broke free, and could get a ship and leave finally. She wouldn't have to see that monster face to face, instead she could leave that jerk Dyon to his fate and get away as far as that trash of a ship could take her. Suddenly, she feels something pierce her neck from inside the collar. Half expecting something like this, she doesn't stop running as pain begins to fill her whole body. It is either keep moving, or die right here at the mercy of these monsters. However, a burning searing pain throughout her body forces her to the ground. Such intensity that she can't take much more. She peers back at the doorway, and cold realization hits her like an iceberg of the ocean; the collar has a location sensor. Clearly, the collar was meant to stop any runaway slaves from catching any type of ship. She finds herself crawling back with tears of pain continuing to run down her face. Pain which only stops once she has again crosses the threshold of the door. Jetsen and Dyon calmly walk over from the hallway to see their prisoner on the floor, hot tears falling from her eyes. Their forms tower over her smugly as she admits defeat at their feet.

"See? None of them ever get away." Jetsen snatches Sanshi up with quick force; not that she could even muster to get away at this point. "Alright, now that, that is out of the way, I think it is about time we pay the Lord's throne room a visit. He will be most eager to see you all." Jetsen gleefully states as he allows Dyon take ahold of the prize. Dyon then forces Sanshi to walk in front. Humiliated that she shed tears, she slowly falls into desperation. How could this situation get any worse? From the future or not, there was little chance of escape now. She wasn't her father. She may be strong, but she wasn't experienced like him. And that hurt her most of all, knowing her father could never come this time to save her. She was going to be a slave here just like that other hybrid girl, drugged until she chooses to kill herself. She shook her head, 'What are you even thinking! Your the daughter of Trunks Briefs! You can't break this easily! They can do whatever they want; pain is just pain, your body is just a body. Don't let them get to your soul... She chants her father's words over and over in her mind to give her strength just as they enter the main throne room.

However, those thoughts suddenly die the moment she came into sight of her new master. If he was terrifying on screen, it did little for what those feelings were like in person. She was going to die. She could envision her death in his sadistic eyes; colding and piercing. She found her resolve dying on her lips as she found her chest tight and her head overwhelmed. By the gods it was so hard to breathe. The lizard type creature stood on his wide throne floor with the large window that shown passing stars and planets at his backdrop. Her tail tightened around her waist as she suddenly felt the urge to piss herself. Her veins ran cold, her mind went blank, and all thoughts failed her. She couldn't think of a time in her life she was this terrified; felt this abandoned. Only one word escaped her dry mouth, "F-Father…"

Hearing her speak, all couldn't help but laugh at her misfortune. "You calling for your Daddy? How fucking precious." Dyon gloated behind her. Jetson must have pressed something as she cried out with fresh pain coursing over her body that brought her to her knees. It wasn't until she averted her eyes to the ground and stared at her her shaking palms, that the pain finally subsided. The lingering feeling of it radiating off her skin. A few painful breaths passed through her lips as she watched those weird feet approach her. Tri-fingered feet that looked awful lot like claws, came into view as she felt his presence tower over her. The man paid no mind to the others explaining her purpose at his feet. Not that she could hear them as her focus appeared on the feet before her. She felt her mind racing a million miles a second. She felt the all too familiar feeling of bile rising up at her throat as she struggled to keep it down. She couldn't lose it here; not like this.

Instead, her gaze focused back to her knees on the ground and her arms holding herself up. "So does anyone else know about her?" She heard the creature speak. His voice was smooth, but rooted with a dark evil. It held the promise of pain; promise of tortures unimagined. She began to shake uncontrollably at the answer. She tried her best to fight back her tears as she felt the familiar thud of a dead body next to her. Trembling, she turned her gaze from the metal ground to the dead stare of the man who foolishly captured and handed her off like a brood male. Her bottom lip trembled as she took in how mangled his body appeared with blood pooling the stainless ground. She wanted to scream, wanted to run far from this place. It wasn't the collar that kept her there now; but pure fear. She didn't care that that bastard was killed, but his entire bottom half of his mouth was blown off and his eyes began to blink while blood squirted out. She heard the feet in front of her move and the sound of their owner 'tsking'. "What a fucking mess. Guess I missed." Her eyes moved from the body to her master lifting his leg and then stomping the gurgling corpse next to her. Blood spewed in all directions as the Ice-jin Cooler snuffed the light out of his peon.

His sinister smile was wide as he watched his little toy tremble on her knees while he played with the body continuing to smash it with his foot. He took pleasure in watching blood splatter across her innocent face. That is what he found so alluring, her innocence. What a joy! What fun! He was going to enjoy this game the same way his brother enjoyed it. She may not be of royal birth, but she was a pretty little thing that he could corrupt. Sickening, wet sounds of blood echoed in the hollow throne room as he finished enjoying killing the worthless little pissant who called himself Dyon. He walked back in front of the girl. "Did you enjoy that little monkey?" He reached his hand down and gripped a handful of her locks making her look up at him. She stayed silent in fear.

"Your master just asked you a question, or do you wish to make it harder on yourself?" She heard Jetsen mock.

"N-no-" Pain flickered across her body as her mouth opened to scream out in pain; obviously stating the wrong answer. She found her head connecting to the metal floor as it bounced off with the force. She felt the bloody foot on her hair as her cheek pressed to the bloody ground. Tears escaped her eyes as she silently sobbed in pain while her body racked from the electric currents.

"Jetsen, don't her screams sound ever so delicious?" The ruler asked his assistant casually.

"I am pleased you think so Emperor Cooler."

The Ice-jin turned to his little toy under his bloody foot as he watched the blood seep into her hair and run down her face. He watched her hold back her screams as he has his assistant stopped giving her pain. "Seems I will have retrain this one. She needs discipline. Did you hear that little monkey? You need to be taught some manners!" He pressed more on her head as a threat as she cried out. Yes, he was going to enjoy breaking her. "Your crying sounds so sweet to my ears. My, your parents must be so proud. Why don't you tell me who they are?" With silence as his answer, his smile only grew. "You are such a treat. Don't worry, I love playing this little game with you monkees. I hope you don't break too easy. I want to play with you a long time." He wiped the blood off his foot onto her head as he watched her crawl into a little ball. His eyes found her tail that was wrapped around her waist, and an evil idea struck him.

His hand reached down and pulled it from her waist and squeezed. Screaming that was only reserved for near death echoes the walls and it only whetted his appetite more with bloodlust coursing through his veins. "Yes! More! Scream for me more!" He suddenly begun to pick her up by her tail and press her to the floor with is foot as she cried out in pain. Jetsen stood by the wall and watched his master begin his fun. And all one could hear behind the throne closed door was the wails of child mixed with the cruel laughter of the next monster with his eyes set on ruling this universe.