Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

He slipped quietly into his quarters. They had finally tracked down Weyoun 6 and the Jem'Hadar were on their way to intercept him. It would take some time, but Weyoun intended to use that time to his advantage.

He quickly disrobed and slipped beneath the covers, taking Emma in his arms. She awoke and stared at him.

"Weyoun?"

"You'll be happy to know that we have tracked my predecessor and the Jem'Hadar are closing on his position as we speak. And its all thanks to you," he whispered. Her face contorted in guilt and he laughed softly.

"Come now, my dear," he said, propping himself up so he could stare down at her. "Is that traitor really worth so much grief?"

She closed her eyes and nodded. "He's ten times the man you'll ever be, Weyoun. I loved him and he loved me."

"And yet, here you are, helping us track him down. I wonder if you really loved him at all."

"Of course I did!" she hissed angrily. "I'm only helping you because there's nothing else I can do."

He smirked and stroked her cheek. "Tell me, Emma...will Weyoun 6 make it to Federation space?"

She looked away. "No."

He raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Really? Will he die?"

She nodded.

"How?"

At this, she looked up at him with triumph glowing in her eyes. "Blessed by one of your gods. He's going to die in Odo's arms."

His mood darkened at that. "You're lying."

She shook her head. "Do I look like I'm lying? And besides, its not like the Founders hate you or anything."

His eyes narrowed. "What are you saying?"

She smiled. "You'll see."

His grip on her tightened, and she squealed. "Explain yourself, Emma."

She looked up at him with pain in her eyes. "Let me put it this way...you're very devoted to the Founders, and they know that. You're an asset to them, Weyoun."

His dark mood evaporated immediately. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

She shrugged. "What am I saying?"

"That the Founders are pleased with me."

She laughed softly. "You're their most loyal servant, I'm sure. And yes, I think they're as pleased as punch with you...most of the time."

He felt his gaze soften, and for a moment, a loving expression flitted across her face. But it quickly died when he took notice, and he laughed and kissed her fiercely.

"You can't know what that means to me, my dear," he whispered. He pulled her closer and gazed into her eyes before breathing in the scent of her hair. His nose lightly touched her neck, and a sharp hiss of breath escaped her lips.

"I see you haven't lost your sensitivity, my dear. I look forward to exploring this with you."

He laughed softly, then released her and settled down on his pillow to get some much-needed rest.

I clutched my knees to my chest and didn't fight the tears that poured down my cheeks. It was one thing to coldly observe someone die on television; it was quite another to get to know the person before they died. Weyoun 6 was dead, and I had just found out.

"Why so glum, my dearest? You just ensured that the Dominion will not fail, and I can't tell you how proud I am of you."

I stared at him icily. "Are you really?"

He smirked and nodded. "Now that I know you will not fail us in petty things like this, I'm sure I can trust you in greater matters."

I snorted incredulously. "Haven't I proven my worth to you already?"

He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "More than you know."

I shivered slightly as he continued. "Now, my dear, do you know much about the Founders?"

I shrugged and wiped my eyes. "I know some."

"An unfortunate malady has spread throughout their numbers, and we are having trouble finding a cure. Do you know what it is?"

It had been so long since I had heard that three-second clip where Dr. Bashir read off the cure in Sloan's mind. Ironically, it was one of the last episodes I re-watched before I fell down that hole. But even so, it would take serious digging to even summon one of the four substances, and Dominion tactics to draw such buried memories out didn't sound very pleasant.

"No," I murmured, trying not to look guilty or worried. But Weyoun, it seemed, was an expert at lies, both in telling them and in spotting them. He saw right through my cherade and crushed me to the bed.

"You're lying, Emma. You're holding back. And you know what your punishment for that is, don't you?"

"It's been a year, Weyoun. And it's not like I committed the cure to memory. Do you honestly expect me to remember?"

He leaned forward and hissed dangerously. "I expect you to make every effort to help us. Either you tell me what the cure is, or I will act on my original threat. Now."

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "I can't remember. I'm sorry."

"I am too, my dear. I hate to do this to you, but..."

I stared up at him with a dead expression and knew that he had been looking forward to this moment since the day he was activated.

He quickly stripped her of her clothes, but he was delighted when she fought his every move. Tears still stained her face, but he brushed them away and leaned down close to her.

"Don't stop, my dear. I find your resistance...arousing."

She narrowed her eyes. "Glad to be of service," she spat sarcastically.

He laughed. "Thank you, my dear. I just like it so much when you fight back."

He ripped off her undergarments and caressed her exposed chest with his tongue, and he grinned when that got a rise out of her.

"Good." He kissed her, devoured her, dominated her like the delicious little slave that she was. He heard her urgent protests, which made him smile.

"If I'm making you uncomfortable, Emma, please, don't hesitate to tell me...it won't do you any good, but I'd like to know how you feel about this." He laughed again and relished her expression.

"I hate you," she spat.

"And I will enjoy you to the fullest," he replied, caressing her chest again. She writhed and squirmed beneath him, and he pressed harder in response. Heat was starting to grow between his legs, and he stopped for a second.

Then he simply laughed and moved his kisses down her body. His fingers stroked her feminine space, and her breath became ragged, which only made the heat increase.

His lips replaced his fingers, and she screamed.

"You filthy bas-"

Another smack across the face did nothing to deter her. "Bastard..." she whispered, her voice dripping with hate.

Gently, he took one of her wrists and held it between his fingers.

"What did I tell you about your language, Emma?"

She tried to tear her wrist away from his grip, but his grip stayed strong. A quick motion, and she cried out in pain, the sound of her agony filling his ears. He laughed gleefully.

"My poor dearest Emma. You're so breakable."

He returned to between her legs, and load moans and pleas continued to escape her lips; she continued to writhe. He glanced up her at her and saw that she was cradling her wrist.

The heat between his legs was growing unbearable, and he glanced down at the bulge in his pants.

"Emma?"

Her tear-filled eyes met his.

"Why is it doing that?" He knew the answer and enjoyed the sensation, but he wanted to see her reaction. When she noticed what he was talking about, he wasn't disappointed. She closed her eyes in disgust.

"I think you know the answer, Weyoun."

A deep rumbling chuckle escaped his lips, and he unzipped his pants. He felt release as he tore off the restraining clothing, but he noticed that Emma still had her eyes closed.

"Emma...en'ku'baal he'li. Look at me."

Her eyes opened slowly, and all her pain, grief, and anger were held in those green orbs.

With a swift motion, he acted on his threat, and she winced in pain. He drove the organ deeper and deeper, harder and harder. A strangled cry issued from her lips, and a river of tears flooded her face.

He tilted back his head, parted his lips and laughed as he had never laughed in all his lifetimes. This was beyond bliss...this was paradise, made all the more sweet by her tears.

He climaxed three times before he finally released her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and he leaned forward and softly kissed her mouth.

"Did it hurt?"

She made no response. More tears were her only answer, but it was good enough for Weyoun. He knew he had broken her, and that she would think twice before she defied him again.