Chapter 2

Kruger's current deputy, Tweedy, slid up to me from out of nowhere. He wore a malicious smile as he slowly traced my figure. I inched as far as I could away from him. He leaned closer, breathing down my neck.
"Where'd you come from, eh, bunny?" he hissed. "You remind me of a girl I used to know..." His chubby fingers walked up the side of my thigh, sending jolts of disgust through my body as his other hand grasped my knee. I leaned away, turning my head and clenching my eyes shut. "I really loved to tickle her...right...here..." His fingers crept dangerously close to my dignity. I let out a loud sob, unable to control my fear anymore. "Give us a kiss, come on, bunny."
A loud roar sounded from the cockpit. Suddenly, I felt Tweedy release his grasp on me. My eyes snapped open to see the deputy lying flat on the floor, and Kruger standing over him. Kruger crouched low over his deputy and had his throat in his hand. "Don't you fookin' touch her," he growled viciously. He spat in his own deputy's face. He pointed a dirty finger directly between his eyes. "Or else, you'll find one of my new toys...right...here..." He pressed his finger down hard between Tweedy's eyes. "Then, it'll go beep beep boom!" Kruger laughed manically. Tweedy could only stare, petrified.
Kruger stood, then viciously kicked Tweedy in the ribs, likely breaking them. His deputy lay crumpled on the floor, moaning softly. Kruger stalked away, glancing at me breifly. Once again, his eyes were green, not black. He returned to the cockpit, telling his pilot, Crowe, to redirect their flight path.
((I was still stunned at what happened just now. It almost seemed as if Kruger had come to my rescue. Or it could be that he was saving me all for himself, and that he didn't want me spoiled. Either way, I didn't want to be a part of it.
Kruger returned from the cockpit, and growled at Tweedy, who was fighting to right himself before his brutal boss did it for him.
"Get the fuck up," Kruger barked. "Or I'll have you tossed out of this craft faster than you can come, and that's pretty fookin' fast for you, isn't it! Leave us."
Tweedy nodded profusely as he clutched his ribs and stood up. He hobbled towards the cockpit and closed the door, leaving me alone with the predator who had saved me from another. My emotions were mixed, and I was even more confused than before. Kruger had not changed from the time he captured me to the time we boarded. He was still the same nasty prick he has always been. I wasn't about to let my guard down because he had brutally assaulted his own man when he was harassing me.
"Just us now." Kruger sat opposite to me, leaning forward intently. He smiled slightly, as if he was proud of what he just did to Tweedy. "I saved you," he noted. He waited for me to respond. I only nodded slightly, confusion and concern deepening the furrow in my brow. He clearly didn't make my situation easier by any means. If he wanted to save me, he would let me go. That wasn't about to happen.
I cautiously cleared my throat, worried he would strike me if I spoke on my own without his permission. He only looked on intently.
"W-where are you t-taking me...?" I whispered hoarsely, beginning to shiver. Kruger only stared. It was a long time before he spoke.
"So how did you end up hea, princess? What happened up thea?" He motioned upwards, referring to Elysium.
I said nothing. I didn't trust Kruger in the slightest, but there was something about him now that wasn't apparent before. I could figure out what it was.
"Come on, princess..." Kruger growled softly. With lightning speed, he delivered a strong slap across my face. I gasped more from the speed of his strike as opposed to the contact. His other hand clasped my mouth as I screamed. I felt my skin beginning to tingle with pain. He released my mouth as I stifled a sob, tears welled up in my eyes. "Why aren't you in Elyisum?" he demanded strongly.
I cried gently. "Please... Please let me go..." I sobbed, "Please..." I crumpled. forward, dropping my head towards my knees, tears flowing freely.
"No, no, I can't do that, princess," Kruger whispered. I felt his hand grasp my chin strongly. He titled my face up without much fight from me. I was so desperately frightened and tired that all fight had left me. "You remind me too much..."
"What?" I whimpered.
Kruger leaned forward and kissed me fiercely, his hands grasped my jaw tightly. I couldn't move away, nor could I scream. I tried to keep my teeth clenched against his aggressive tongue, but to no avail. He squeezed with his hands, sending a jolt of pain through my jaw. I could not help but gasp at the pain and shock as Kruger's tongue slithered into my mouth. The urge to gag was overwhelming.
"Hey, boss! We're hea!"
A signal came from the cockpit as Crowe notified that we had reached the intended destination. Kruger leaned back, making a slurping noise as his tongue left my mouth. He panted lightly.
"I can't let you go," Kruger said. He wiped his mouth as he strode towards the cockpit. As soon as he was out of sight, I retched from the taste of him in my mouth. As I sputtered, I felt the aircraft tilt as we descended. I had no idea where we were and I could only hope to flee once we got out.
The aircraft landed. Crowe came through the cockpit door first, Kruger followed him. Tweedy hobbled out weakly, clearly suffering from his injuries. The three men stood in a line before me. Kruger tilted his chin, ordering his dogs to work. Crowe stepped towards me as Tweedy opened the door. I was released from my seat. Crowe guided me towards the door, past Kruger, who still stood in the center of the craft.
"You see, princess," Kruger began, "you weren't the only one who was on a mission from up thea."
My eyes began to readjust from the brightness of the ship to the darkness of outside. I had not even remembered what time it was. I knew I had been captured in the late afternoon, for it was early evening now.
As my eyes adjusted, I could see what appeared to be ruins of a desolate spacecraft. It looked very similar to the rescue crafts that I had been funding for years on Elysium. As I looked closer, I even recognized the spider decal that the leader of the rescue resistance used on his crafts. I gasped as I looked around and saw more ruined crafts.
"What..." I gasped, "what is this?"
"This, princess," Kruger started, "is what happens when you try to help those beneath you."
I whipped my head around to stare desperately at him. I didn't understand how so many of Spider's crafts had not made it to Elysium. I had sent the money and immediately got deported. Elysium was not that big of a nation, and the government had traced my digital signature somehow. I suppose that I never actually greeted a rescue shuttle on Elysium before.
"Wh-what happened to them?"
"Kruga happened to them, sweetheart," Crowe spoke from behind me, wrenching my hands backwards. I clenched my teeth and screwed my face in pain.
"Step away, Crowe," Kruger ordered. Crowe immediately released my hands, allowing me a limited amount of movement. I looked cautiously over my shoulder, and saw Kruger nod, motioning for me to inspect the broken crafts. His blackened stare warned me not to run, and a look was all I needed to know I would receive a harsh punishment if I tried anything.
Cautiously creeping forward, I analyzed the ruins. There looked to be about seven crafts in total, though most were beyond recognition. I could already tell that my rescue efforts had failed. Perhaps if I had not been deported, or at least caught, I would've been able to greet at least one ship and save its citizens. I had a bunker made on Elysium where Illegals could wait for me and Spider to work out their citizenship. Crushing sadness suffocated me worse than Kruger's hand. Nothing could compare to this pain of knowing I had come so close to saving these people, to saving my family, and failing.
I sank to my knees and began to cry softly before the ruins of my sacrifice. Kruger slunk around beside me, placing a dominant hand on my back. He crouched as he hissed in my ear, "You see, princess, it was my mission to stop you."
I looked at him in desperate confusion. He clearly was smarter than I believed him to be. He knew all about me, about my mission, who I was, where I came from. I had no political protection. He could do whatever he wanted.
"You're not the only one who works for a Delacourt."