Mean Things I've Done To Dr. Julian Bashir (or Sue's Revenge)
by Lyda Mae (RavenDove) Huff
Chapter Six: Throw Away
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It was the writing of this scene that lead me to the realization of what I've been doing all of these years. It was intended as part of a throw away story, that in writing this part I realized was just part of my mind trying to make sense of something that I'm just starting to grasp. I've thought up and outlined many other things for Dr, Bashir to endure. Many of them much worse than what I've actually written out so far. I'll deal with those things when I'm ready.
Lyda Mae (RavenDove) Huff
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Julian had taken worse beatings in his life. He could distinctly remember one inflicted by a Jem'Hadar when he had first arrived at a detainment camp over four years before. The cut on his right shoulder stung and the thin grey pants that his jailers had given him to wear were now stained with blood from when the wound had reopened during his beating. He sat with his legs crossed on the floor of his empty cell and tried to focus his mind in silence the way he had learned when he was in that detention camp. When he'd been informed by his fellow detainees that his usual rhythmic breathing techniques were annoying. When it was the hardest to focus was the time meditation was needed the most. He had survived two months as a Dominion prisoner, countless battles, plagues, bio weapons, and a psyonic attack by a Lethean. A few cuts and bruises were nothing.
He still needed to learn what his captors wanted. They said he was a crime against nature, but that was hardly a secret any more. If they were out to fix the wrong they saw in his existence why not just kill him and be done with it. No, they wanted something. Information? They'd made a half hearted attempt at interrogating him, but they were just getting started. No, Julian thought, it was more than that, but exactly what he didn't know.
The door opened loudly, but Julian refused to acknowledge it. He would not give them the power to make him flinch. His jailers always wore masks, and used machines that distorted their voices. He heard the voice of the one who seemed to be in charge standing behind him.
"Not even phased by our brutality I see." said the stalky figure.
"Should I be?" Julian asked without even standing or turning to face his tormentor.
"I wouldn't expect you to be." the faceless one shrugged. Three more of the masked figures entered the cell. "Your breaking point is far higher than the average man." he said with sarcasm.
"Is breaking me your goal then?" Julian asked with a shrug in turn, as if he had no care for the matter.
"If it serves my purpose." the leader replied. He gave a signal to his minions.
The goons reached for Julian's arms, but Julian jumped up and grabbed one of them by the neck, then one of the others struck him across the back. Julian was forced to let go and in the limited room of the cell he was easily pinned to the wall. The leader pulled a case from his pocket and then an old fashioned syringe from the case. He then jabbed the needle into Julian's thigh.
Julian forced himself not to flinch or cry out as the contents of the syringe were emptied into his body. It burned and he felt his heartbeat quicken and his body stiffen though he tried to force calm. He clenched his teeth, "Some form of truth serum, or maybe poison." He tried to make it sound like he didn't care which.
"Hardly." The leader laughed as he he twisted the needle. "There are worse things available for those of us who know where to look." there was pleasure in the man's voice.
Julian found himself losing control, as if his baser instincts were taking over. He felt urges that made his heart race and it was hard to breath.
"Tell me Doctor," the leader said with a smile in his voice as he pulled the needle out of Bashir and slipped it back into its case. "What is it like making love to a joined Trill of Dax's experience?"
The goons let go of Julian and he lunged for his chief tormentor, but crumpled to the floor in an undignified position.
"Having lived as both a man and a woman she must know ways to truly pleasure you." the Leader said as he half knelt beside Julian.
Julian's mind raced with images of Ezri. He tried not think of her but she consumed his mind. He knew now what the syringe had contained. It was the Andorian aphrodisiac Saff. An addictive substance that was one of the most abused narcotics of recent history. He had helped to treat more than one Saff addict and knew that he wasn't in for a pleasant time. The drug was usually smeared on the skin, quicker means of administering it often proving far too dangerous.
"I truly hope you enjoy my little gift." the Leader said. "I've taken time to perfect this way of administering Saff so that it shouldn't be fatal" He stood "I'm sure you'll have an interesting time." the man said with a half chuckle.
Julian began to shake uncontrollably as his tormentors left him to live out his drugged horror alone.