Kathryn now sat in a room, not a cell, there were no bars and still no window, but it had a floor and a light that she could control. She was also sat on a mattress, there was no bed frame but it was more comfy than laying on the ground with several blankets. There was a working toilet with a sink in the adjoining room. This was luxury compared to the pit she was in before. They'd also taped her fingers together to try and help them heal correctly. She had clean clothes on, a small pile sat on the floor at the foot of the bed so she could change when she wanted.

All she needed now was a good meal.

The door unlocked and the Cardassian that she'd seen talking to Damor before the explosion walked in, carrying a tray. Kathryn narrowed her eyes at him as he slowly lowered the tray to the floor, not taking his eyes off her, as though she was an animal waiting for her moment to pounce.

"Camet said not to gorge on it as that will make you sick. Eat it slowly." He quickly turned and left, scared of her, and locked the door.

She looked down at her meal, there were several plates and bowls laid out, full of meat, cheese, fruits, soup, bread rolls and two glasses, one with milk the other with water.

She drank the milk first and ate the soup, leaving the rest to snack on, then wrapped one of the blankets around her, her mind wondering to thoughts of Kovat and Admiral Paris.

Kathryn woke, for first time in a long time having had a decent nights sleep, though she couldn't count how many nights sleep she'd had in here. She fumbled around for the light switch next to her bed and flicked it on, squinting at the bright light. When her eyes had adjusted she got up and walked into the side room, a bucket of water and a towel had been placed in there whilst she'd been sleeping. She she'd her clothes and washed in the warm water, her burns were healing, turning into scars. When she was finished she lent over the sink, pouring the water over her hair, then wrapped the towel around herself and went back into the main room. She picked up a set of clean clothes from the pile then proceeded to dry and dress herself, drying her shoulder length hair as best as she could, then dump her old clothes and the towel in a pile by the door. Then sat. And waited. Waiting for what she didn't know, but anything that gave her something to do, she hated being locked in the room, even it was in better condition than the cell.

She passed her time by pacing, folding clothes, sitting, refolding clothes and more pacing until her door eventually opened and Damor stood in the entrance.

"Gul Camet wants you."

She got up from her mattress without argument and walked in front of him, noticing he left her room not only unlocked, but the door wide open. She lead the way through the corridors, feeling uneasy with Damor behind her, but when they got to the Guls room and he opened the door letting her in, she settled slightly. She was surprised to find a table with three chairs set out, on top it was laid out for a meal: plates, knives, forks and metal domes covered the table. Gul Camet sat at the head of the table, Damor took the chair at the opposite end, leaving an empty chair in the middle.

"Please, Nobody, sit down." Camet gestured towards the chair.

Kathryn hesitated, looking at them both, but with their gazes upon her, she slowly made her way to the chair and sat. Both men removed the domes that were covering the dishes, revealing various meats, vegetables, sauces, fruits and bread rolls; then started placing items onto their plates. Damor opened a bottle, pouring yellowish liquid into his glass, then hers before passing the bottle across to Camet. Kathryn sat in a stunned silence, the events in front of her seemed surreal, was she really sitting down to a meal with her captors?

"Nobody."

She looked over to Gul Camet.

"Help yourself to some food."

She nodded, then using the utensils, placed a slice of meat, a handful of vegetables and a bread roll onto her plate. She heard a chuckle from Damor but ignored it as she cut the meat into small pieces and chewed them; it tasted like beef.

"How is your meal?" Camet asked after a moment of quietness.

"It's fine. Thank you."

"Please help yourself to some more."

Kathryn nodded, placing some fruit on her plate then took a sip of her drink, it reminded her of apple juice.

"We have some entertainment." Damor informed her.

Kathryn smiled weakly, though thought it would be interesting to see what they had planned, dancing, maybe music, she tried to think positively that maybe being here, being cooperative she'd learn more about their species. "Thank you."

The main doors opened and two Cardassians walked in, dragging a semi naked, hooded figure between them. She could see see it was a man - not a Cardassian male - as they got into the light, wearing only a pair of white shorts. The guards pushed him to his knees then removed the hood; it was Admiral Paris. Kathryn gasped at the sight of her supposedly dead friend, but was relived to see, apart from looking like he'd lost from weight and sporting a black eye, he didn't seem that hurt. Then dread slowly replaced her relief as she looked wide eye at Gul Camet, who was knowingly smiling at her. She had a horrible feeling that that would all change soon.

"Something wrong, Nobody?" The Gul asked.

She shook her head, her fists clenched under the table as she resisted the urge to punch his slimy face.

Gul Camet smiled more, it made her feel sick, that smile that oozed charm, oozed power. "Let the entertainment begin then."

Kathryn watched in silent horror as the guards grabbed the Admirals hands and shackled him to the chains that once she'd hung from. She wasn't sure what they'd done or said to him, but he didn't fight back, didn't even protest, he let them chain him up, let them beat him.

Damor laughed. "Weak Federation animal."

"You can't do this."

Kathryn looked around to see who had spoken to find everyone staring at her.

"Did you say something, Nobody." Camet empathised her new name.

"I..." Kathryn stuttered, she hadn't meant to say it aloud.

"Maybe she wants to have a go." Damor smirked at her.

"I didn't..." There was no way of getting out of this.

"A test? Very good idea." Gul Camet stood and walked to the trolley she'd seen ages ago, returning with a knife, it had a thin blade, she shivered at the thought of how many ways it could inflict injury to someone.

"Here."

Obedelitny, Kathryn stood and walked over to him, he placed the handle in her hand, then put his hands on her shoulders so he could steer her to stand a few feet in front of Paris, the guards standing either side of him. He looked up at her, for a few seconds she thought she'd seen something in his expressionless face - a plea for help.

Gul Camet sat back down. "It's all down to you, Nobody. Kill him. Kill everything that he represents, everything that brought you here. Set yourself free from Starfleet, from Federation weakness. You don't need him anymore. You are Nobody!"

Kathryn's arm shook as she raised the knife, blinking back tears. "Sorry."