The Captive

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Chapter 2: Fetishes

"Shepard."

She heard a gentle humming sound. Everything around her was so foggy and she was desperately trying to locate the source of that wonderful sound. It seemed to echo against her body, warmed her to her very depths.

Vakarian growled and shook her softly, "Shepard!"

Her world began to shake violently, and then amidst the chaos came that wonderful, wonderful sound again. It was her name being called, but by who? She called out, but no answer ever came. Her world began to rock again and the fog began to lift-

Shepard's eyes snapped open. Steel gray on a very lovely shade of blue connected. She lurched in recognition, her fight instincts kicking in. Vakarian jumped back.

She had been stripped of her armor and was left in the tight black under suit. It was interesting seeing her as so. She appeared so fragile and small, feminine. His eyes raked over her body as she struggled against the restraints, her back arched in a wonderful display of flexibility.

Garrus growled willing away the thoughts that threatened his mind. "Shepard, calm down-"

"Don't fucking tell me what to do."

Garrus grinned, "So polite of you after I saved your life."

Shepard let loose a loud and sarcastic laugh, "Oh, really? As I recall I was the one who pulled your ass straight out of that giant worms mouth."

The Turian crossed his arms uncomfortably. "Yeah. Thanks for that." He coughed into his shoulder trying to avoid eye contact with her.

The woman looked away awkwardly, "Yeah. Whatever."

"Why did you?"

Shepard growled, "I will be the one to kill you. Not some pathetic worm."

Garrus grinned. "Well, now that you are my hostage-"

She cut him off promptly, "Hold it right there. Hostage? Take me out of these restraints and we'll see who exactly the hostage is-"

A darker colored Turian walked into the room. His face was tattooed heavily in white ink, his green eyes blazed under the contrast. "Well, isn't she...feisty."

Shepard's eyes narrowed at the darker Turian. "Who the hell are you?"

"Do you talk to all your captors this way?" He queried with a lazy look on his face.

"Captor? You use that word...I don't think it means what you think it means. I was knocked out because I saved this asshole." She gestured towards Garrus before continuing. "He didn't capture me. You took me. Not the same thing."

Garrus growled, "It's pretty much the same thing."

"No it is not. That's like saying killing someone in a fight and killing someone while they're asleep is the same thing. One is a fight, the other is murder. You fucking kidnapped me, that's what you did."

He glared at her in annoyance and went to reply before the darker Turian stopped him.

"My name is Nihlus, I'm a council Spectre. We're here to interrogate you-"

"Well you might as well kill me now Nihlus, I'm not telling you anything."

Garrus gave her a bone chilling grin. "You say that now."

Shepard, in all her career very rarely ever had time to feel fear. She just acted in the best interests of her squad and mission at all times. Now, she had no one to worry about but herself and the integrity of the Alliance Navy as a whole.

She felt fear course through her veins at the implications of Garrus' words. Shepard handled pain pretty damn well, but only a human could take so much pain before their mind began to break apart and themselves as a whole disintegrated.

She didn't want to know herself one day and find that she is a total new whack job the next all at the cause of torture. Turian's were pretty mean bastards, she didn't want anything to do with the torture they could deal out.

Her heart began to race as her mind sorted through hundreds of ways she could make an escape. She was on a ship that was without a doubt Turian. She knew they would have escape pods.

She just needed to break free of restraints first and she could get there mostly intact. She was sure of it. Shepard could then send out a distress call to the alliance with her omni-tool through the hardwiring in the escape pod.

Sure. It could work. It was either die fighting her way out, or die suffering from torture.

Of course, she picked the former. The two Turian's were studying her intensely. Shepard managed to speak, "Well, if I'm going to be interrogated, aren't you going to take me to some special room and to a special chair for all sorts of special tortures?" She lifted her chin in defiance.

Fuck them.

Nihlus nodded his head to Garrus. A couple other Turian's entered the room and began removing her restraints. Shepard stepped off the bed, Garrus grabbed her arm to escort her. She followed willingly as her eyes scanned the halls of the Turian ship.

Escape pods were tactically always in the center of the ship on the middle floor. Judging from the mess hall, she guessed this could possibly be the middle floor. If not, she would have to fight her way around the ship until she did find the escape pods.

It was her only hope.

Garrus began to turn her down a hallway and she took this as her chance. Her elbow came up sharply into his face. He snarled in pain as he crashed into the wall of the ship. Shepard ducked a blow from one of the escorting Turian's and head butted the other for good measure.

She broke into a dead sprint, sliding across the smooth floors as she fled down a different hallway. There were yells breaking out across the ship and she could hear the steady thump of Garrus and Nihlus following her.

She came to another split hallway. Nihlus appeared in front of her with a devilish grin on his face. "Nice try-"

Shepard cut him off by slamming his face against the wall and tripping his legs with a sharp kick to his knees. He howled in pain as he fell to the floor. The bulkhead smeared in blue. She charged down the corridor and slid into another room, she saw across the hall were the escape pods.

Relief flooded her body until she realized there were at least a dozen Turian's staring at her. It was the goddamn training room. They began to move towards her and Shepard darted towards the exit, a Turian stepped in front of her.

She dropped to the floor and slid into his legs. His face slammed into the floor as she wriggled out from under his body. Just a hallway to go.

Shepard sprinted as hard as her screaming muscles would allow her to. Garrus leapt in front of her before she entered the room. Her body hit his full force and they crashed to the floor.

She straddled his waist and lay in a few good punches to his face. Blood spattered from the force of her fists to his nose. He bucked his hips and she rolled across the floor to her feet. Nihlus and several other Turian's began to enter the room.

Shepard made a jump for one of the escape pods. Garrus' arms wrap around her waist and threw her to the floor. She arched her back and leapt to her feet in a single, fluid motion. The butt of a gun suddenly blinded her vision as it made contact with her temple.

Shepard collapsed to the floor, her head roaring in pain. She growled as she pushed herself up again. Her breath was heavy and ragged and she felt blood trickling down the side of her face. Garrus stared at her as she moved around him.

She couldn't simply jump into the escape pod, she would have to incapacitate him. Which was unlikely. Shepard did the only thing she knew she could do- fight. She lunged at his midsection and slammed him against the wall.

She laid several punches into his stomach. Satisfaction coursed through her veins at the gasp of air he struggled to take. His talons grabbed her wrists as she kneed him hard, he stumbled forward and Shepard threw her head forward violently. Garrus was knocked to the floor from the force of her head butt.

She saw a Turian lift his gun to her again. She grabbed the butt of the rifle and laid into his face as heavily as she could. Shepard pulled the gun from his grasp and lifted it to her sights. Several Turian's backed away nearly immediately.

Nihlus hadn't moved a muscle. Instead, he was leaning against the wall casually. Watching her with mild interest. Garrus stood slowly to his feet as blood poured from his facial wounds.

"You're not going to want to fire that gun."

Shepard sneered, "Why's that?"

The Turian laughed at her as if she was stupid. "It isn't made for your human's fragile bones, it'll shatter every bone in your arm."

Shepard hesitated slightly as the information hit her. This was all Garrus needed. He knocked the rifle out of her grasp and pushed her against the wall. His arm pressed against her throat and closed off her airway.

She struggled desperately against his hold. He growled, "Stop fighting."

With a lack of oxygen, her punches were weak and did little to deter Garrus as he stared into her eyes. He really did have quite lovely eyes. Her hands tried to reach his fringe, to pull at anything to stop him from choking her out.

Her eyes watered as her fingers grasped the soft skin beneath his fringe. A look of complete bewilderment crossed Garrus' face as he jumped away from her, "Stop that."

She choked and coughed as she fell to her knees. Garrus rubbed the back of his head in a state of complete trauma. Nihlus laughed loudly. "She probably doesn't know Garrus, I wouldn't take it personally."

Shepard sputtered, "K-Know what?"

Nihlus strode forward, "That what you just grasped at is a very personal spot on Turians. It's often used in sex." He gave her a wonderful shit-eating grin.

The look that crossed Shepard's face was hilarious to say the least. Garrus thought the humiliating incident was nearly worth it. Nearly.

She couldn't believe it. Were they just trying to distract her? Could she be categorized as an accidental sexual predator now? How fucking humiliating.

Shepard slowly stood again, her eyes glanced at the escape pods. Garrus growled, "Don't even think about it." He still rubbed the back of his head as he cast her a wary glance.

She glared at him as she wiped her face, her hands were covered in blue and red blood. Shepard spoke, "I'm not going anywhere with you. Either you let me leave now or you kill me. I will not allow myself to be broken under torture."

She stood to her full height. Her hands fisted in defiance and ready to fight again. Garrus muttered, "Just stop-"

Shepard snarled, "No! I won't stop fighting. I will never stop fighting you."

At the first contact of a Turian's talons to her arm, She swung violently. Nihlus tackled her midsection, and she delivered a blow to his face with her knee. She wrenched his body over hers so that she was on top of him. Her knees dug into his arms as she held him pinned.

Garrus grabbed her and pulled her off of him, he wrapped his arms tightly around her so she couldn't move at all. He tripped over the Widow and landed on his ass painfully. He growled as he became increasingly aware of her position in his lap.

She struggled against him desperately, her body writhing against his plates. Garrus shut his eyes tight as he willed the thoughts away. They needed to go away. He didn't need to deal with that on top of all this. What the hell was wrong with him?

Garrus ducked his head as she flung her head back in an attempt to head butt him again. "What the hell is with you and head butts woman?"

Shepard growled against him. His eyes found the gentle swoop of where her shoulder and neck connected. It looked so incredibly tender. He resisted every urge and instinct in his body to latch on to the undoubtedly sweet skin. Knock it the fuck off, Vakarian.

He forced her onto her stomach, a Turian stepped forward with restraints. Garrus got out of his way so he could contain her. Nihlus nodded to him as they took her away kicking and fighting violently.

"She's tough." Nihlus said simply.

Garrus grunted. "She's crazy."

The Turian grinned at him slyly, "I saw you're reaction to the way she touched you. The way you moved. You fucking liked it."

Garrus tried to look disgusted, but Nihlus knew him too well. He crossed his arms uncomfortably. "I- it was weird."

The other Turian nodded his head in understanding. "Don't worry, any other Turian would have responded the same way. I've been with humans before. They're interesting to say the least. I bet Shepard would be good though. She isn't fragile and weak like all-"

"Okay now. We don't need to-"

"What? Afraid of what you might find if you explore it?" Nihlus gave him quite the demonic grin. Garrus just stared at him and shook his head.

"I don't have a human fetish."

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