I know this chapter isn't very long…so I'll put up two chapters. . Everyone happy?

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Zidane was dragged into a small room, dark and cold. He was forced to lie down upon a table. In too much pain to resist them, he willingly stretched out his arms to be bound. They turned him so that he was face up upon the table. They bound his wrists tightly, stretching him taut across the table. They left, slammed the door shut.

Zidane tried to relax as best as he could. Before long, whether it was from exhaustion or from pain, Zidane fell into the depths of unconsciousness.

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"So I may visit him now?" Kalika asked Kylima. "Are you finished with him?" Kylima nodded. "I think we have either broken him tonight, or are on our way to breaking him. You may visit your slave."

Kalika slipped off silently.

She walked down the halls until she found his cell. With callous indifference, she unlocked the door and slipped inside. Placing a torch in the torch holder upon the wall, she looked down at the genome her mother had promised her. He was bruised and bleeding all over; he was also unconscious. Breathing shallowly and labored, he was bound very tautly. Kalika smiled quietly as she moved forward.

"I remember you," she whispered to the unconscious genome, looking him up and down decisively. "Mother used to bring you to me and tell me that I was going to inherit you one day," she said, looking down at him. Even in sleep, a look of distress crossed his face. "Mother taught me to suck one's blood without killing them, you know," she said quietly. "Time to try," she whispered, laying her fangs upon his fragile throat. Find the pulse first, she remembered, and then laid her teeth upon his pulse. It was slow and gentle at first, but then began to accelerate. He was waking. She began to lay pressure upon his throat. Find your favorite grip next, she remembered, before placing her teeth with a death grip upon Zidane's throat. He was awake now, tense and very afraid, for he was blindfolded. A quiet, pleading whimper escaped his lips. Do not suck immediately unless you want the victim dead. A fast, quick sucking action combined with the shock of being gripped on the throat by someone's teeth will assuredly send the victim into cardiac arrest, which is a nice way to kill them if you wish. However, Kalika remembered her mother telling her, if your intent is to humiliate and injure your victim, simply grip his throat for a minute or two before sucking. Kalika let him hang there, terrified. She then bit down hard upon him, sucking hard and fast. The pained whimper, groan, and then screams of her slave were encouragement enough. Finally, in one last paroxysm, she let him go. He fell back against the table he was bound to.

For a fleeting moment, Kalika stared at him, wondering what had possessed her to do that. He hardly has enough blood as it is… she though, allowing a tender feel to wash over her for a moment, watching a rivulet of blood trickled down his throat as he panted for breath, choking and gasping, convulsing somewhat against his bonds. Allowing the feeling to drive her, she leaned forward and released him from his bonds, rolling him over and gently rubbing his back. "It's alright," she whispered softly, "It's going to be alright."

She waited until he fell unconscious before tying him back into place, but allowing him a little more slack than he had been given before.

AN/ Poor poor Zidane….;; But don't worry….EVENTUALLY all will be okay…