Another trigger warning for a small act that takes place, so again pls read at your own risk. I do think this is the last one for this story.
Tegan Chronicles STV Style 3:
What's Left of the Flag 9
Tegan had closed her eyes but the thalamus inhibitor she had been given was keeping her from being able to sleep. She was tired of listening to her two companions breathe and she didn't know how much longer she could stand the weight of Janeway's stare, though it was better to feel it than to actually see it. They hung there in silence as the hours ticked by, each vaguely aware of the increase in temperature in the cavernous room. They were conserving their strength and because of the surveillance orbs flying around the room they had refrained from talking about anything of importance. Janeway had taken a moment to address her crew, who she assumed was still receiving the broadcast. She encouraged them to be strong, to be brave, and to stick together as a crew.
Tegan was trying to move as gingerly as possible. Anytime she readjusted the way she was hanging Tuvok would moan softly not expecting the increase in pain. Sweat dripped down her face. Her tank top was soaked and stuck to her like a second skin. Finally she opened her eyes and broke the silence. "I swear it's got to be 38 degrees Celsius in here."
"I believe it is closer to 44 degrees." Tuvok blinked as sweat slipped into his eyes causing them to burn.
"Well in that case, when my timer pops up would someone please pull me out of the oven."
"Turkey?" Janeway's stomach growled quietly.
"Who can eat at a time like this?" Tegan asked tilting her head to look up at the hook above her head. As she wondered just how much of an electrical charge was running through the floor she heard Jurroth's approach. When she pulled her head back upright he was standing in the doorway.
"Trying to escape is futile but if you really want to try, I'll make it a little easier for you." He flipped a switch on the wall and walked in looking like he had gotten a good eight hours of solid sleep.
Nothing like torturing someone to help you sleep better at night, Tegan wisely kept the thought to herself. She didn't want to cause Tuvok anymore pain than was necessary, if she could help it.
As he walked into the room he glanced at the wound in her leg which had long since clotted and had a semi-hard scab covering the two inch long gash. He picked up another dagger, longer than the first and used the tip to break the scab free before he dipped it into the laceration and dug around until it started to ooze steadily again.
Tegan silently cursed him in her head.
He turned and looked at Janeway. "The question remains the same."
Janeway clenched her teeth together causing the muscles over her jaw to swell.
He laid the dagger back down and reached for the torch on the tray. He tapped the igniter switch on it a few times before it hissed to life, spewing a blue flame from its mouth. He ran the flame over his palm as he turned to face Tegan his eyes rolled back in his head.
"Delicious," Jurroth whispered. He focused his gaze on Tegan who gave him a curious look. "If your captain gives me what I want and you survive this ordeal, you'll understand what I mean."
Tegan sucked her lower lip into her mouth as he turned the flame on her, directing it over her right nipple. She bit her lower lip and Tuvok yelled out as the manmade material of her bra and tank caught fire and melted. The combination of heat and flame burned her skin allowing flesh and fabric to become one as they bubbled under the broiling blaze. She tasted blood long before the fire on her shirt burned out. Even after Jurroth moved the flame away it stung, a mixture of heat and numbness attacking her breast. She wondered how anyone could ever find that feeling 'delicious'.
He turned to Janeway again. "Captain?"
"No." Tegan's voice cracked as she tried to keep from crying out in pain. Tuvok didn't know how she did it. Most non-Vulcans he knew had relatively low pain thresholds, especially the females.
"I didn't ask you." Jurroth turned and grabbed Tegan's jaw, squeezing it tightly in his large hand.
"You want the command codes?" Tegan forced her mind to focus on the feel of his fingers gripping her jaw and not the pain of broken ribs or the new burning of her breast that felt like it was a scorching hot comet speeding into a star's chromosphere.
"Yes, tell me the codes."
"Kiss-My-Ass." She spit a concoction of blood tainted saliva in his face. So much for not provoking him. She shot a quick grin to Janeway.
Janeway frowned in the seconds it took for Jurroth to process what she had said. Even if Tegan had known the command codes she wouldn't have given them to him, not under any circumstances. Janeway knew that from the reports she had read. She knew it because she knew Tegan was an honorable solider.
Jurroth wiped the spit off his face, jerked the staff off the tray and swung it around in an upward motion his whole body twisting and throwing all its force into it. The rod connected at the juncture under Tegan's arm and chest. A loud pop resounded in the room drown out by Tuvok's scream as Tegan's right shoulder dislocated, a combination of the force of the hit and the pull of gravity on her hanging body. Inside she could feel the muscles and tendons separating. The doc would have fun repairing those. She actually laughed inwardly at the thought. Here she was being tortured and she was thinking about how aggravated the EMH would be over her injuries. For a brief second Dr. Janet Fraiser's imagine flickered in her mind. She would have been just as aggravated or would have pretended to be in order to cover her concern. Tegan shook the thought from her head wondering where it had come from.
He debating hitting her again, he wanted to hear her scream so badly but in the end he sat the energy rod aside and picked up the dagger he had set aside earlier. Turning to Tegan he slit the front of her shirt open. At this point he didn't know if he'd be able to stop even if Janeway gave into his demands. He had to break her, it was like a drug. He had made Tuvok scream out in agony now he had to hear the sweet strains of anguish as they destroyed Tegan's vocal cords.
Jurroth smirked at the thought as he ran a rough thumb over her untouched nipple grinning when it responded. He pressed the flat side of the blade against it letting Tegan feel the cool metal against her skin then without warning he turned the blade on its side and jerked it downward.
Tegan gasped as the blade breached her skin, splitting it in a crescent shape right beside her areola. The pain was followed by the warm sensation of his mouth covering both the cut and her nipple as he took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could and sucked on it. When she felt his wet tongue slide over and into the cut she brought her knee up with as much strength as she could muster, forgetting what he had promised earlier or rather in spite of it.
He stepped back unfazed by her attempt and grabbed her leg. He tapped on the bulge in his black leather pants. "I came prepared, but I did warn you."
An unbridled scream tore from her lungs as he grabbed her kneecap and while still holding her leg steady with his other hand, he jerked the small disc of bone to the outside of her leg. Tuvok's screams echoed hers in the room. Jurroth wished he could shut the pointy eared man up without actually killing him. He only wanted to hear her screams. Somehow he knew that it was knowing that she was his lifeline that kept Tegan alive. Most people fought harder for someone else's life than they did when it was just theirs on the line. Even a criminal as dark and twisted as he was knew that. He could count the times he and Ranoll were tortured similarly in this very room and for no other reason than to entertain the guards. At least he had a reason and it wasn't just to feed his inner demon, though his demon was starving. He pushed her knee cap even further making sure it wasn't going to slip back into place as the monster that lived in him feasted on her pain.