WARNING: This prologue is a non-graphic rape scene.

Broken

Prologue: Taken

Day 1

Kaylee

Fear was not an emotion that Kaylee dealt well with. She didn't know how to brace herself up against it or even how to exploit it to her own advantage. Instead, she gave into the dark, shivering wake of it and let it overtake her. That's why it seemed an alien thing to her when her mouth opened, after he had told her to keep quiet, and she had called out for the captain, throwing that proverbial monkey wrench into his plans.

Kaylee whimpered wordlessly as the large man in the armored space suit wrapped the tape around her wrists. She could feel it tugging painfully at her skin and the bones in her hands were already starting to sit uncomfortably against one another. Perhaps it was in preparation for what her body knew was in store, but she was already shaking as though she had been tied up for hours.

He turned her around and favored her with a smile.

"Sweet little Kaylee," he whispered, his mouth close to her ear. Her body shuddered. "You are my favorite, you know that?"

"What?" she asked faintly. Her head was starting to spin and she knew she was soon going to faint from panic and fear if he did not leave her alone.

"Your pretty hair," he replied, running his protected fingers through her hair. She could take no more.

"Captain!" Kaylee burst out in a breathy scream. "Help!"

Her "help!" was barely audible. The man's mouth was crushed now against hers and he was moving her back. She slammed against the engine room's walls, covered in unforgiving bounty hunter, and began to sob. He pulled away.

"Sweet Kaylee," he said. "I told you to keep your silly little mouth shut."

He struck her across the face and Kaylee yelped in pain and fear. She kept her head turned and her eyes shut as he slipped out of the armor and tore her pants down to her ankles. Something hot and thick, blood, she thought, was trickling from the corner of her mouth. A rough hand tore her underwear from her body and grabbed hold of her hip. Startled by the sharp pain of his grip, Kaylee's eyes snapped open and she turned her head to look at her attacker.

"I told you, baby," he said and with a grunt, pushed his way with difficulty into Kaylee's body.

She screamed a real scream this time, nothing breathy or weak and she noticed that he smiled when she did. Kaylee could almost hear herself tearing and ripping at the brutal intrusion. She wanted to weep, but could not. The pain had stayed her tears and rendered her stupidly mute as well, after the initial protesting scream had let through.

It seemed to go on for hours. Every time she thought that he must be near completion, he would pull out of her body, wait a minute or two then force himself back inside her body. After the first couple of times he did so, Kaylee gave up on the idea that this ever would end. Nobody would ever find them and this man would rape her until Serenity crashed into a fiery, explosive death. Or simply ran out of fuel and stalled, sitting ducks in the water once again.

Kaylee bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Maybe it would help her to think about good things. Maybe that would get her through this hell faster. She didn't know. She'd never been raped before. Was there a survival guide to the actual act itself?

When he finally did finish, he jerked out of her just as abruptly as he had forced his way inside and Kaylee grunted in pain. Her chin was touching her chest in defeat and the bounty hunter's hands on her hips were all that were keeping her upright. Sensing that, he let go and she crumpled to the ground, a broken and abused toy he had finished using.

"No more screaming, little girl?" he asked her as he tied her feet together. Kaylee didn't say a word. He patted her behind and she yelped softly. "That's my girl."