Chapter 6
Khan heard the barrier of his cell open as he sat up from his resting position to witness the Vulcan crewmember dumping a bloody figure onto the floor of his cell. As his pupils adjusted from sleep, he shifted out of the bed and moved to investigate as the Vulcan closed the barrier.
"What is the meaning of this?" He questioned as his gaze was locked upon the Vulcan expecting him to provide an answer.
The Vulcan simply left without saying a word, and Khan's gaze shifted down to the bloody mess on the floor before him.
"Dear God!" Khan exclaimed as he realized that the figure of blood and purple flesh was the woman that had been so kind to him earlier that day.
Khan quickly knelt down to check for any breathing, which was faint, but there. He then reached out to take her pulse and was surprised to find that she was responsive enough to flinch away from his hand.
"I will not hurt you, I am going to help you… alright? Please… let me help you," Khan reassured her as he cautiously reached again for her carotid artery. He realized as he could feel her pulse start to stagnate, that he didn't have much time.
Using the supplies that he had available, he made a makeshift syringe. He knelt back down to where the woman was huddled and stabbed the syringe into his skin drawing enough of his own blood to pump into her system. As he performed this action, he noticed that the faint breaths that had been emanating from her earlier had ceased.
"No…no!" He frantically bellowed as he poured the contents of the syringe into her bloodstream. As soon as he had emptied the last bit, he began CPR. After three cycles, he had noticed that she was breathing again. He began cleaning her wounds as best he could, and then gently set her in the bed to let her body begin healing.
She had been raped. At first Khan was too worried about keeping her alive to do a full analysis, but when he cleaned her wounds, he noticed the obvious. Those fucking bastards raped her. He could tell that it wasn't just the Vulcan by the different sizes of the bruises along her thighs where they forced her legs apart with their filthy ape mits. He had been right to believe himself superior to the cowards on this ship who called themselves 'men'. He would never treat a fellow crewmember in such a way, and if anyone on his ship ever tried anything remotely this savage, they would find themselves suffering a fate worse than death by his hands.
It took him only a few speculations before he realized the reason that they had dumped her in his cell. They wanted to pin it on him. He was already considered a terrorist, so why would anyone on this ship believe him to be above raping an innocent girl and beating her to death? 'The probable story would have been that she opened the barrier a little too wide while trying to feed me and I dragged her through and proceeded to commit these acts of savagery for my own amusement,' he considered to himself as his anger led him to pace around the cell.