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By the time that creepy little alien woman took her to his room, Aimee was an emotional wreck.
Berryblue instructed her to stay there, before she turned, and left the room. Aimee didn't say anything or acted like she even heard her. She just wrapped her arms around herself and tried to stay composed. Which was easier said than done. It took a lot for her not to break out into tears and hysterics. She covered her mouth, trying to muffle any sounds that came out.
How? How can anyone be so savage and brutal like that!? He didn't just kill those men. He massacred them. It was the most horrific thing she has ever seen. Not only that, but if he can do that to his own men; what does that mean for her?
'I need to find away out of here. I just can't wait around and see what he could do to me.' She thought.
Aimee sharply looked around the area. Before her gaze settled on the set of double doors she just came through only a few minutes ago. She rushed for the doors. Once she got there, they slid open, and she jumped back with a gasp.
Standing right before her; was the very tyrant himself. A pleased grin was on his face, as he noticed the frightened young woman standing in front of him. He took a step into the room, as the doors slid shut behind him. Now she was stuck in this room, alone with him. Aimee started backing up; very slowly. He found her actions amusing.
Aimee just kept trying to put as much distance between her and him as possible. Until her back hit a wall.
Frieza started to slowly approach her. Suddenly, she felt like she was caught in a game of cat and mouse. Aimee never took her eyes off of him, as he came to a stop in front of her. Eventually, she was able to find her voice.
"What do you want? What do you want...with me?" She shakily asks.
His grin widens, "Oh, I can think of an array of things to do with you. But first, I think a proper introduction is in order. I am Lord Frieza."
Aimee doesn't reply back though. He decides he's tired of waiting, before he speaks again.
"Unless I'm unfamiliar with Earth customs; I do believe this is where you tell me you're name." He states.
"You made a mistake. My friends will come for me." Aimee said, getting bolder.
Frieza chuckles at her statement.
"You mean those infernal saiyan friends of yours? I hardly see how they could. Even Goku wouldn't be able to lock onto our position and use instant transmission. Because, this Universe is vast and we're always moving around. So, don't count on that monkey swooping in to save you. You belong to me now." He told her.
Aimee seethed at his remark, especially at the last part.
"I'm no object. I don't belong to anyone. Least of all to the likes of you." She spat.
Vegeta was right. This guy is a pompous asswipe and so much more. Here she thought, the grumpy saiyan prince was exaggerating on how bad this little shit really was. Unfortunately, she was wrong about that too. He's insane.
"You're free to think that if you want, girl. But you will have to face the facts sooner or later. And don't try my patience, otherwise consequences will be severe." He said.
She clenched her fists at her sides.
"Yeah, you made you're 'consequences' quite clear earlier. When you just shown how much of a fucking savage you really are." Aimee snapped.
He narrowed his blood red eyes at her.
"You got quite an uncouth mouth on you. You may want to learn how to shut it, before it really gets you into trouble. Don't get me wrong, I like feistiness. Especially, in a female. But it still doesn't mean I'll take any disrespect from anyone. Least of all some pathetic, lowly Earth woman." Frieza replied.
"If it bother's you that much, than just send me back to Earth. Those men had no right to take me from there in the first place. Nor do I even know why they did. So just take me back." Aimee repeated.
Frieza snorts, "I may find you're attitude indecorous. But not enough to let you go. Besides, it's been a while since I had someone to play with." He paused, and looked her up, and down again. "And as pleasing to the eye." He added.
That remark just made Aimee feel downright uncomfortable and she showed it by wrapping her arms around herself again. Something that didn't pass his observation.
"You're a pervert." She muttered under her breath.
He just shrugs, the amused glint still never leaving his eye. Then he turns away and starts heading to the other side of the large room.
"It's all about perspective, girl. Anyways, I'm going to take a bath. This dried blood on my skin is starting to get itchy." Frieza says, as he continues walking.
Aimee blinked a couple times and stared at his retreating form. Her eyes widened when she noticed globs of blood and spatter decorated his pale form. She was so scared and seemed to not be able to take her eyes away from his smug face. That she didn't notice a good portion of him was covered in blood from the two soldiers he had just murdered.
She started slowly creeping to the double doors again. But before she could make a move to leave, Frieza spoke again.
"You could leave this room. But if you do, I can assure you that if any of my men saw you walking about alone; you'd be fair game to them. And if you don't believe me, just take a stroll around the ship, and see where it gets you." Frieza stated.
He stepped up to another sliding door in the room. He gave her one last cursory glance over his shoulder. Before he disappeared behind the door.
Aimee contemplated his words. She really wanted to leave the room and be away from him. But she had to weigh the risks. She knew what he said, held an air of truth about it. She recalls the way some of his men were looking at her, when she exited the smaller cruiser with the two doomed soldiers. It certainly made her think twice about leaving.
She takes a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. Unfortunately, it looks like she may have to stay in here for the time being. It just wasn't worth the risk. These soldiers were clearly dangerous and unpredictable. 'Kind of like their Evil Emperor.'
She grasps at her shirt in frustration. Only to feel something damp on it. Aimee pulls her hands away and looks down at her shirt. Her face paled, when she saw dark reddish purple stain spatter on parts of her clothes. Some of which was on now on her hands. She knew exactly what it was; blood. She recalls Frieza's violent attack on those men causing a lot of blood spatter, along with other parts and brain matter flying about.
It made her sick to her stomach thinking about it and she suddenly wanted another change of clothes. She certainly didn't want to continue walking about in clothes that had the blood and guts of murder victims on them. As much as Aimee didn't want to; she would have to ask the little psycho for a change of clothes when he leaves the bathroom.
At the same time, she continued exploring the large bedroom. Trying to see if she can find something handy to better protect herself with.
The room was looking pretty sparse. With one ridiculously large bed at the center of the back wall and a large digital desk with a hover chair on the right side of the room. The sliding door to what she learned is a 'bathroom', is on the left side of the room. That was all that was really in the room. No tools or utensils she can swipe and hide for when she may need them.
It was all mounting up her frustration and it truly made her feel like a sitting duck without a plan. The only thing Aimee could think of at the moment; is how to survive this, and possibly finding a way to contact Goku. Or maybe try and contact Bulma, so she could contact Vegeta and Goku. It really sucks that they weren't even on Earth when this all went down. If they were there, than she may have not been taken.
Aimee sighs and runs a hand through her thick, long brown locks. 'Who am I kidding. I feel like it probably wouldn't have made a difference. Bulma told me how her Husband and the other fighters could sense what they called 'ki energy from others. But then, they could really only sense it if it's a very strong one. I doubt those novice soldiers were all that strong by their standards. And by the time they would've come, it probably would've been too late.'
She didn't realize she started pacing a few minutes ago. Until she found herself staring out a rather large bay window near the back of the room. Aimee could see her reflection slightly in the glass. She could also see the amazing sight that lay beyond the window. Endless stars and some swirling galaxies filled up majority of the breathtaking view.
If it weren't for her situation, she would have found this all truly amazing. How many people back home can say they visited space and saw a view like this? It would certainly be a once in a lifetime endeavor for her while she was out there. Aimee did not want to think about it as her last. But the truth was; she didn't know how much longer she was going to remain alive. At least, until that sick bastard gets tired of her altogether.
Aimee pressed her right palm to the cool thick glass, the reflection made it look like her hand was pressing against another's. But it wasn't, and it reminded her of just how alone she truly was.
She found herself lost in thought, as she continued to stare out the window. Until the bathroom door slid open. Then her gaze went from space to the other occupant in the room.
Steam crawled past the open door as he exited. Frieza was no longer covered in blood and seemed rather refreshed. He shrug the towel off from around his neck and tossed it haphazardly to the side onto the floor. To her dismay, he started to approach her again. All Aimee could do, was stay where she was. Even if she wanted to run; it would've been futile. He would've caught her in a second. Plus, even if she somehow did manage to get past him and out of the room. It didn't change the fact that she would have to deal with his scummy soldiers.
She turned her gaze back to the view. Aimee tensed up when Frieza stopped beside her, only about a foot and a half away from her. He noticed this too, but didn't say anything about it.
"I take it they don't have views like this back on Earth." He stated.
"No, at least not like this." Aimee replied.
He arched an eye ridge, "Oh, and what other views do you have?"
She ignored his question though, and felt awkward with what she was about to ask him.
"Do you...do you happen to have another change of clothes? These are...not very clean." Aimee said.
She wanted to abstain from mentioning, that they were covered with some gore in certain areas. Frieza eyed her appearance and noticed the blood spatter on her clothes. Plus, a couple dots here and there on her skin.
"Fine." He told her.
Then he turned and headed for his bed. Frieza turned down the thick comforter and jumped into bed. He gave her an expectant look when she didn't move from her spot by the window.
"Well? Are you not coming to bed?" He asks.
Aimee just looked at him, like he grew another head.
"No!" She blurted out, in a rather high pitched voice.
Frieza almost laughed at her reaction. So of course, he couldn't resist teasing the frazzled young woman.
"Oh come now, Darling. I don't bite." He purred.
She gave him a disgusted look at his insinuation. Before answering.
"I wouldn't want to risk it. Could get rabies from you for all I know, if you did bite me. Either that; or some other nasty ass disease you could be carrying." She bit back in sarcasm.
"I'm really not in the mood for sarcasm right now. I've had a trying last couple weeks and I'm quite weary. That sad attempt at a mission didn't help either. Now, get in the bed. Or do I have to come over there and get you myself?" He threatened.
Aimee glared at the pipsqueak tyrant. Then begrudgingly stomped over to the bed, because something told her he would see through on that threat, and probably haul her ass over. He had a small triumphant smile on his smug face. It made her itch to punch him.
"Just give me a pillow and I'll sleep on the floor." She said, being the stubborn one she was.
Frieza just shook his head, "No, now stop being puerile, and get in."
She clenched her jaw, "Can you at least move to the other side of the bed?"
He just lays back and folds his hands behind his head.
"No, I'm quite comfortable here." Frieza replied.
Aimee just about lost all her patience with this asshole.
"Fine, than I'll go to the other side." She snapped.
She turned to walk around to the other side of the large bed. But didn't make it very far, when she felt something wrap around her forearm. Aimee looked down and saw the end of his long tail, wrapped around her arm. She tried to shrug it off, but it was like her arm was caught in a vice.
"What the hell are you doing!? Let go!" She said.
"Stop being ridiculous, there is plenty of room on this side." He replied.
"Forget it! I'm not laying next to you're psychotic ass!" Aimee snapped.
Frieza narrowed his eyes and jerked her towards him. She almost lost her balance and had to grab the side of the bed, before she fell on him.
"Let's get something straight here, girl. I make the rules here. Not you. And if you don't cease this attitude, I'll just knock you out and drag you in." He snapped irritably.
"Just let go." She said with a gasp.
His grip on her arm was so tight now that it was turning the lower half of her arm a reddish purple color. His tail constricting with each sentence he spat out.
"Are you going to start listening?" He asks.
Aimee continued to glare at him.
"No," she said through clenched teeth.
Frieza's scowl deepened, before it turned into a smirk.
"Fair enough, I've always preferred the hard way anyway." He said.
She could only wonder what he meant by that. Until he started to tighten his grip on her arm even more. Aimee let out a hiss of pain as her arm started to slowly be crushed by his tail. At this rate, if he kept going; he was going to break it.
"Please," She pleaded.
His smile widened, "I'll ask again; are you going to start listening?"
Aimee so badly wanted to shout, curse, and call him every name in the book. But she knew if she did, chances are he will break her arm, and probably do more than that afterwards. She will have to swallow her dignity and pride at this point.
"Yes," She said, just above a whisper.
Frieza mockingly puts a hand up to one of his ear nodules.
"Sorry, what was that? I didn't quite catch that?" He taunted.
She glared daggers at him.
"Yes!" Aimee practically shouted.
As soon as she said it, he released her throbbing arm. Aimee pulled it back and held it to her front. Already, it was beginning to swell. No doubt it will be very swollen and different colors by morning.
"There, was that so difficult?" He added.
Aimee didn't answer him though. She just looked down at the floor, trying not to cry, as she stepped up to the bed. She was about to get in when surprisingly; he stopped her.
"What are you doing? Remove those filthy rags first. I will not have you soli the bed with them." He said.
That's when she looked up at him, "Then get me some new clothes like I asked."
He yawned, "In the morning."
She stared at him hard, until it finally clicked.
"I Am Not Stripping." She spat each word.
Frieza gave her a hard stare back.
"Oh, yes you are. Or shall I break both of you're arms this time?" He threatened.
Angry tears appeared in her eyes.
"Please, don't make me do this." She pleaded.
He narrowed his crimson eyes at her.
"I can always do it for you." Frieza replied.
Aimee frantically shook her head. There was a pregnant pause, before her shaky hands curled underneath the edge of her shirt. She took a deep breath and started to slowly pull it up. Frieza watched as more of her body was put on display. Her tanned stomach was rather flat and firm, from all of her time swimming, and surfing back home in Hawaii. There was a stark tan line around her perky breasts. There was a chill in the air, making her light pink nipples harden and erect.
She dropped the dirty shirt to the floor and then started to get in again.
"Shorts too." He said.
She froze, but started doing as he asked; for fear of her life, and health. Aimee kicked off the shorts, and was now in nothing but her underwear. She can only hope he doesn't tell her to remove them too. Frieza had a satisfied look on his face as he eyed her body up and down. Then he moved over slightly, to give her more room. Some relief flowed through her, when he didn't make her strip completely nude.
Aimee got in and turned her back to the tyrant. He pulled the comforter over them. She stayed as close to the edge of the bed as possible, to try and keep some distance between their bodies. Something that was short lived, when he shuffled in closer and pressed his front to her back. She stiffened at this, especially when she felt an arm snake around her midsection.
He ran his hand over her toned stomach, reveling in her skin's softness. 'It's no wonder humans are so fragile. They are so very soft.' Frieza thought. He was itching to drag his hand elsewhere to see if she was soft all over. Unfortunately, he really was tired from being up the last few weeks with very little rest. So he would have to hold up on any further exploration of her body until a later time.
Aimee was hoping, that his hand wouldn't venture any further south or north. His hand traced small, lazy circles on her abdomen for the next few minutes. Until it gradually stopped and she heard very faint sounds of light snoring behind her. She finally let the tears fall, and despite her throbbing arm; she too eventually fell into a fitful sleep.
Until Next Time ;)
