The next chapter is posted! Enjoy :)
Time really seems to drag on; when you're stuck in space. Especially, when you're stuck onboard a ship with a pint sized crazed tyrant. His moods changed just about as much as the weather. At least, when it came to dealing with his men. Whom he always complained about being the most incompetent group of soldiers he's ever encountered.
The numbers in the Frieza Force would often fluctuate, because it's either some soldiers went out and never came back; or the Galactic Emperor would dispose of them himself for some reason or another. Unfortunately, poor Aimee was there to witness a lot of the carnage due to his wrath. Either that or he would walk into his bedroom and tell her of the days events, including those he killed.
If she didn't know any better, the little freak got his kicks out of making her uncomfortable and scared. He'd smirk, when he would notice her trying to hold back tears. It's even worse, when he would tell her about planets he had just destroyed; along with all of their inhabitants. That was even worse then when he would maim or kill one of his soldiers.
The only good thing that has happened so far during her stay on the ship, is that he hasn't bedded her again like he did that first night. Aimee could tell at times he wanted to. But Frieza had just been very busy as of late. There were times he wouldn't return to his room at night. He would have Berryblue escort her back to his room by night so she could sleep. The tyrant would stay behind though. Aimee would go to bed alone and wake up alone.
She was a light sleeper, and would've heard him come through the sliding doors at some point in the middle of the night. If he in fact were coming in. But he hasn't and she's certain he has been out all night. There were a couple times she was jolted awake in the middle of the night. This was mainly to some large sonic boom.
Aimee regretted when she asked Frieza what that boom was she had heard, because those were just a couple of the times he blew up a planet. She would feel rage and disgust when he would brag about it to her too.
"I don't know why you don't enjoy it. I personally think it's the best Fireworks Display there is in the entire Universe." He explained to her one night.
That's when she couldn't contain her anger and called him every name in the book. Consequences be damned. Of course, none of the insults truly bothered him. If anything, the little bastard would say a remark like; her feistiness is most enjoyable to him. Aimee just chucked the nearest thing to her at him. Which sadly was a pillow and wouldn't do any damage. It would also cause him to snicker.
His nonchalant and apathetic attitude just pissed her off even more.
"Are you done gloating yet? Just leave me the hell alone!" She shouted at him.
Frieza's grin just widened, "And here, I thought you enjoyed our little chats. I barely get to have lovely little conversations like this. Because I'm either too busy talking about dealings with other worlds or berating my inept staff of imbeciles."
"No, your a sick sadistic bastard, who is no different than any other sociopath. Every word that comes out of you're mouth just makes me sick! It's no wonder Goku put you out of your fucking misery when he did! Maybe he'll do the Universe a favor and do it again!" She yelled.
His grin disappeared from his face when she mentioned Goku and those last biting remarks. He took a few steps forward, making her back up.
"That monkey won't be doing anything again soon. Because I'll be the one who is victorious one day. I will send him, Vegeta, and the rest of that miserable planet straight to hell." He said. Then caged her between his arms with her back against the wall and leaned in. Until his face was mere inches from her own. "And I'll thoroughly enjoy taking you as your world turns to space dust."
A couple tears left her eyes when he said this. Before she could say anything, he roughly pressed his lips against hers. Noises of discomfort escaped her lips as he held her in a bruising kiss. Frieza was about to shove his hand up her skirt. When a voice over the intercom in his room disrupted him.
"My Lord, they need you down in the Control Room. We've encountered some serious difficulties with a planet's major trade corporation." Said the voice.
The tyrant pulled back and growled in irritation. Aimee's eyes were still a bit glassy, her hair and clothes disheveled from the rough handling. He didn't say a word to her. Frieza just pulled away and made a quick B-Line to the double doors. He gave her one last hard glance, before the doors closed behind him, leaving her alone again once more.
The frightened young woman collapsed to the floor on her bottom after that and sobbed. She was restless for the rest of that night afterwards.
That spat happened quite sometime ago now. When Aimee saw him again after that the next day, he acted as if it didn't happen, and started a casual conversation with her. She wasn't up for talking to him though; as usual. The young woman would just give him short and abrupt answers. Which she knew annoyed him, but she just didn't care.
After all, he's holding her prisoner against her will, and treating her like a pet. As much as she hates to admit it, Aimee sometimes wishes he would just put her out of her misery. What she was currently living, was not a life at all. She was stuck in her own personal Hell, with Frieza as her daily Oppressor. Except for bathroom breaks, he almost always had her with him. Even during his meetings with his men. Aimee would glare down at the floor, while he had her in his lap like a little lap dog.
The bastard would even run his pale fingers through her long hair, as if he were petting her. 'Prick better Not make me wear a fucking collar next.' She thought. It was humiliating that he would do this to her in front of his soldiers. Even if most of them would pay her no mind, as he discussed matters with them. She tensed up when he traced small circles on her exposed abdomen. The tops he provided for her were a joke. They acted more like sports bras and only covered her chest.
Today was not so different from any other day. Frieza had just finished talking strategies with a group of Elite Soldiers on how to best handle a problem going on with one of the other planets he was trying to conquer. Aimee just tried to tune it all out like always as she sat on his lap. Not wanting to hear the tyrant talk about overthrowing a world's army and government. Before finally gaining control over them.
"Thank you for your time, Gentlemen. Your dismissed." Frieza said.
All the men stood up and bowed, before filing out of the large meeting room. The tyrant then looked to his two subordinates; Berryblue and Kikono. He gestured for them to take leave as well. They too bowed and left, without so much as a second glance.
Once the two of them were alone, he turned his hover chair, and left the large table in the center of the room. Both were still silent at the moment, not saying a word. The chair levitated higher, until they were more than several feet off the ground. It was almost like being ion an elevator, as she watched them lift higher and higher.
Her brows furrowed slightly. 'This is new. Just what in the hell is he up to now?' She wondered.
They eventually came to a stop. Right in front of a large viewing window. Billions of stars and swirling galaxies stretched across the view. Another breathtaking view, despite the fact she was in Hell.
After another couple minutes of silence, Aimee heard a drawn out audible sigh from slightly behind her.
"I must say, you have been awfully quiet as of late. Not nearly as chatty as you were when you were first brought aboard. And it's starting to get quite dull around here." He said, in a bored manner.
Though, there seemed to be something else behind his demeanor. Something warn out and tired. Aimee could care less how he was feeling. All she knew, was that she was miserable and she wanted to just go home. Each day that she was out here with the mad tyrant; made her feel more and more hopeless. Like it took a piece from her each time.
"Not my problem." She said.
Frieza shifted his gaze from the view outside, to the young woman on his lap. She seemed out of it, like she didn't care about anything anymore. Her fire may have not shined as bright as it once did before. But it was still there; in her eyes. He still ran his fingers through her long brown hair.
"How long have I been here?" She finally asked.
He paused his hand for a moment. Before resuming.
"I'd say about six and a half months now." Frieza replied.
Her eyes widened slightly. 'That's it!? it feels like it's been a hell of a lot longer than that! More like a whole fucking year!' She thought.
"That's it? Seems way longer than that." Aimee said.
"No, the time is accurate. It's been almost half a year now." He said.
Frieza leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck.
"It's just too bad, I have been so busy. Though, business is starting to slow down a little. Which means, more time to have fun with you again. And I'm really looking forward to getting reacquainted with this lovely body of yours again." He purred, as his hands began to wander.
Aimee closed her eyes and turned away. She tried so hard, not to let the tears fall in front of him again. But a sob slipped out when he pulled her back against his front and started groping her chest.
Frieza paused when he heard her cry. He brushed some strands behind her shoulder and she sharply looked away.
"What is wrong? I know I have been busy. But as I said, we will make up for it." He said.
"That's not it you Ass! I want to go home!" She said, between sobs.
The tyrant sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in slight annoyance.
"We've already been through this. You can't go back to Earth. You belong here now." He stated.
Aimee turned in his lap to face him better. Anger and sadness still ever present on her tear stained face.
"Then you may as well kill me. Because this isn't a life. It's a fucking prison sentence!" She snapped.
He narrowed his eyes, "Funny, considering you have way more free range than any common prisoner would. Not to mention good clothing, food, and boarding. Most in your position would think that as a luxury. Especially, when compared to a decrepit little jail cell. In a place filled with savages and brutes."
She laughed bitterly, "This whole ship is a jail cell. And you're soldiers are the brutes and savages. With you being the biggest fucking savage of all!"
Frieza clenched his jaw. Then he sneered.
"Yet, you let this 'Savage' bed you without so much of a fuss." He said.
His sneer turned into a look of shock. When he felt a slight sting on his lips. She had punched him. The human had just punched him, point blank in the mouth.
Aimee didn't stop there, she started rapidly pounding at his chest with her fists.
"YOU GAVE ME NO CHOICE! YOU TOOK THAT ALONG WITH MY LIFE THAT NIGHT! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" She shouted, as she continued to sob and hit his chest.
He barely felt the hits. Yet, it still didn't stop her from trying to hurt him. Though it was quite clear, the only one getting hurt here; was Aimee. Most of her pain was psychological rather than physical. Even with her fists and wrists starting to sting, because it felt like she was hitting a firm brick wall.
Frieza didn't get angry at her attacking him though. But he needed to put a stop to this. She was clearly out of control and very distressed.
"I HATE YOU! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!" She continued to scream, letting out months of pent up rage.
That's when he had enough and grasped her forearms. Aimee didn't stop. She continued to thrash in his grip. Frieza than wrapped his arms around her upper body; pinning both her arms down to her sides. She tried to head butt him, but he moved his head to the side. Then he pulled her in close, limiting her movement even more.
Aimee struggled for only a little longer. Until she grew tired and her struggles gradually ceased. Eventually, she slumped against him, and continued sobbing.
"Why don't you just kill me?" She said, barely above a whisper against his ear; between sobs.
Frieza didn't say anything. He just kept his arms around her as she leaned against him. At this point, the young woman was tired and spent from the whole ordeal. She was feeling completely defeated and didn't seem to care that she was leaning into him with her head resting on his shoulder.
She felt the pressure lighten up, as he moved his arms, and no longer had her in a bear hug. Instead, one hand remained on her back; while the other went to the back of her head. Aimee felt finger tips lightly run down her scalp through her locks. It wasn't in the same way he would usually do it, as if he were petting her. This time, it was in a soothing way.
For some reason, it was relaxing, and the tension gradually started to leave her. Aimee's sobs started to die down as well, until her breathing evened out again. She continued to stay in that position, pressed up against him. Still too tired and drained to move, and though she will never admit it out loud; she was too comfortable as well.
"I can't." He said.
This was all Frieza said. They just continued to sit there quietly for a while. Watching the stars and any other cosmic phenomena that occurred outside the window of the ship. At some point, her eyes drooped shut. Aimee hasn't slept very well these last few nights. So she was very exhausted as it was. She was dozing in and out as she remained on his lap, leaning on him; as he held her.
As Aimee fell asleep; Frieza tilted his head, and rested his cheek against her forehead. His gaze, still fixed on the sight in front of him. Yet, deep in thought; about the young woman currently on his lap.
I found this to be a pretty emotional and intense chapter. It highlights Aimee's feelings and emotions to what her life has been like, since being stuck aboard the ship with Frieza. It also makes us wonder; what the tyrant is thinking about, in regards to this whole ordeal. And of course; about her. Until Next Time ;)
