She was on her hands and knees, the knife covered in fresh blood just inches from her, around her chaos erupted, she could hear shouting from the Gul and Damor but her brain wasn't making any sense of it. She was in a haze. She'd just killed a person, she'd never killed anyone before. She'd slit his threat, his blood had gone everywhere, spraying all over her, splattering over her face; before he collapsed to the floor, his life gushing out of him, forming a puddle around his body. She wanted to heave, red droplets ran down her nose.

A pair of hands grabbed her, pulling her roughly to her feet. It was Damor, his grip tightened around her arms.

"Take her away." Gul Camet ordered. "She's all yours Damor. Make sure she's punished for her actions here."

"Gladly."

As she was dragged out of the room, Kathryn looked back to see Camet standing over his guard. Paris was nowhere in sight.

Damor took her back to her original cell, pushing her in so hard that she fell to the ground, she knew what was coming, she knew it before she'd slashed the guards throat; it was worth it though. She curled herself up as best she could, trying to shield herself, but it was of no help. Damor laid into her, smacking the side of her head against the mud, kicking her in the ribs, in her back, punching her face, when he had finished beating her, her raped her, leaving her in a bloody mess on the dirty floor. She didn't cry, no matter how much her body screamed in pain, she didn't shed any tears. They thought they'd broken her, she thought they'd broken her, but seeing the Admiral alive gave her new hope, gave her something to fight her. A small smile spread across her face as she recalled Gul Camet standing over the body of his guard.

Time passed, Damor continued to beat and rape her, bringing her food just to throw at the wall, or tip it over her, Kathryn tried to eat whatever she could salvage from the remains. She could feel herself shrieking away, spending her time huddled up in the corner waiting for the next round. She was sat, hugging her knees, leaning against the wall, when the whole building shook, making the wall and floor vibrate through her. She looked around in bewilderment, wondering if the cell was going to collapse on top of her. She thought that she'd heard the sound of an explosion, but couldn't be sure.

What felt like hours later, Gul Camet, Damor and another guard appeared at her cell, the guard unlocked her door, entered and pulled her to stand, holding her arms behind her back.

"Where is he?" Camet demanded, stepping into the small area with Damor.

"Who?" This had to be a trick, the last she'd seen the Admiral he was in the Guls room, and they'd taken him somewhere.

"The old man! Where did they take him?"

Kathryn stared at Camet for a moment, then everything started to make sense, the explosion, the building shaking, she started to smile, her smile turning into a laugh. "He's free? They rescued him?"

Her laugh was brought to a haunt by Damors fist landing on her jaw.

Camet stood inches from her face, she could feel him breathing. "How did they know where to find him?" He growled.

Kathryn shrugged, still smiling. "I don't know. But I'm glad they did."

In one swift movement, Damor had caught hold of an arm, brought it out in front of her and had it trapped between his arm and side, with his back to her so she couldn't see what he was doing, but she guessed as she felt something clamping around a fingernail. It came out in one single pull, Kathryn gritted her teeth.

"How did they know?" The Gul asked again.

"I don't know!" Kathryn wished she did know, maybe they could use it to find her.

Damor slowly worked his way through her nails, Kathryn couldn't keep her cries of pain in, until he was all out of fingernails.

"You're dismissed." Camet address the guard, who left, he then looked at Damor. "I want answers. Get them for me." He stepped outside the cell, closing the door, then after one final glance, moved out of sight.

Kathryn felt fear course through her, Damor would surely kill her now. But Camet didn't care how Starfleet knew where to find Admiral Paris, he wanted to let out his anger, show a display of power and dominance. Damor grabbed her hair and pounded her head against the wall, until she felt blood running down her forehead, he then threw her to the floor, sat across her and put his massive hands around her neck, crushing her windpipe. Kathryn struggled, trying to kick him off, trying to pry his hands from her. She could feel herself getting lightheaded as oxygen slowed through her body, she fought against her eyes from rolling back.

"Don't kill her!"

It was Camet's voice, he hadn't left, but was standing out of view. At his order, Damor let go of her and stood as she coughed and got her breath back. But the rest didn't last long, soon he had hold of her hair again, throwing her against the walls and bars, his fist landing heavy on her, every time she fell he would kick her, then pull her up for more.

By the time they left Kathryn felt a broken mess, her hands were covered in blood, wounds still slowly oozing, she was sure several bones were broken, but the pain was so intense she couldn't tell which ones. She laid on the blankets, hoping that if Starfleet didn't take her away, then death would.