Do we get what we deserve, or do we deserve what we get?
As Kitana came to, a tall, bulky figure stood before her, arms crossed and when their eyes met, she felt the pity and the petty that rolled along the surface of them. He wore a black military vest, great metallic arms folded across his chest and black tactical pants and boots when her head settled back down in exhaustion.
Would he gouge out her eyes, rip out her tongue, or like everyone else, make her listen?
He spoke no words, but his look she'd catch was almost worse. She had some knowledge of who this is by the arms and the search for him for over ten years. It was Jackson Briggs, Sonya's former partner, kidnapped by the nightmare Nitara during their raid of the Black Dragon.
Who he was beyond that description, she knew nothing.
The sound of silence was deafening.
She could stay their slack, or perhaps she could reason with him. She didn't see apathy in his eyes, but after ten years rolling a stone up a hill in Hades, anyone would be changed.
"Have they been treating you well?" She tried look up, but fell slack under the chains.
Nothing.
"Sonya has been looking for you. We've never given up on you Jax."
She stopped as the door opened. The great metal portal that slid only a crack enough to let Kabal into the room. No hook swords, no weapons, just his tactical gear and a cold, dark look in his eyes like a hyena after the kill had already been made by another, better predator. She was now his to steal.
"They will not come for me." She assured him.
Nothing.
Kabal stared down Jax until the door was closed behind him and the great man a barrier between Kitana and freedom. The leader of the Black Dragon to his around around her slouched body. He grabbed the pathetic excuse of cloth that covered her, and lifted it over the small of her back to expose he pale flesh.
Her eyes met with Jax as she heard Kabal work his belt and pants behind her.
Nothing.
She could see the pity in his eyes, but the man he was was as broken and beaten as she would be. Could she survive that? Didn't seem like he did.
Cold, bruised, and exhausted, she scarred her face in apathy as Kabal entered her and then hooked his nails and grip at her hips to begin.
This was worse than being spoken down to by the First Evil.
The entity couldn't touch you.
This was far worse.
Kabal was no gentleman, and took her like an object. As she stared into Jax's eyes and watched the larger man hold back his tears, Kabal would punch her, kick her, or hook deeper inside her with a violent thrust to put her in her place.
She was the Queen of Edenia.
As her tears fell beside her bitten lips, she remembered that. She imagined the cold stream would be his blood one day. The sound of her fingers cracking as he pushed her down and pressed her into the cold metal floor would be his bones beneath her boots.
For now, she was still Kitana.
For now.