WARNING: This is what the tags were warning about for 'later on in the story'. This chapter has mentions of accidental rape and a few graphic descriptions of surgery. It's also probably the angstiest thing I've ever written in my life.

The female looked towards the male again, and something in their eyes made them seem…suspicious. As if they were hiding something.

"I'm confident you'll find that the Starbase medical facility has improved its facilities since your last visit," the man stated, making his first stride towards McCoy's Captain and best friend.

Both the man and woman grabbed Jim's legs from under the cylinder machine, pulling him out, causing an alarm to go off from the sensors unfinished scan.

He watched them as they marched out of the sickbay doors with an unconscious Jim slumped over the man's shoulder, "Get the hell back here you son of a bitch!"

Spock didn't care what he looked like, he was an "emotionless" Vulcan running down the corridors in full-sprint, but the call from Doctor McCoy telling him that Starfleet had taken Jim, sent his emotions flying into extremes that his father would be ashamed of.

He saw a glimpse of McCoy in the distance, shouting what were likely obscenities at two humanoids that had taken off down the corridor with Jim slumped over the man's shoulder.

Eventually he caught up with the ranting man, marching by his side, fighting off a rising urge to join in the aggressive behaviour when his eyes locked onto Jim's figure in front of him.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, unable to look away from his Captain.

The two humanoids looked back, and after observing Spock, seemed to begin walking faster.

"Starfleet cannot order the removal of a superior officer without advance notice. It is a violation of regulation 294—"

"You're a Vulcan, right?" the man called back, not turning around to face him.

Unphased by his rudeness, Spock succeeded in his attempts to remain calm in order to avoid provoking another incident, "Affirmative."

McCoy spoke up, "What's it to you?" it was clear the enraged man was having trouble keeping up.

"You're interesting. We—"

The man stopped talking having been given the death glare by the female next to him.

He cleared his throat, "Apologises, I meant to say we have had experience with your kind."

Spock resumed walking after them, gazing into space for a second, attempting to calculate a logical reason for why this humanoid would bring that up. It is common knowledge that humans have had experience with Vulcans, for quite a few hundred years now.

Unless…

He concluded, "You are not human?"

Once again, the woman glared up at the man, her staring clearly sending him into silence. At this point it was quite obvious they were hiding something, and were not as they seemed.

McCoy tried again, "Listen, we don't want to get violent, hell, I'm a damn doctor, but you gotta let our Captain go, he's not safe outside of the ship," he pleaded to the unhearing intruders.

They were nearing the exit tunnel now, a bridge that covered the gap between the Enterprise exit and the entrance to the Starbase.

But the woman didn't relent, "We're under orders from Starfleet, we cannot come back to them empty-handed," the doors to the walkway hissed open, and the woman turned back, "You must trust your superiors."

The two humanoids continued their trek down the walkway while Spock and McCoy stared on, until the door stopped registering their presence and hissed shut in front of them.

After a moment, McCoy turned to Spock with pure human worry plastered on his face, "What the hell do we do now?"

You might have expected Jim to first awaken, realise that he's not with his friends anymore and start fighting his newfound captors.

But nope. It was never that simple.

Jim stirred, somewhat lethargically, after hearing a loud clunk off to his right.

It was a similar sound to what he heard when he was…inside a tube? If he didn't know any better, he might as well have been dreaming.

He wasn't certain what he'd been through the past day or so; he remembered finding it difficult to form a sentence when trying to speak to Bones, but everything after that was a fragmented haze.

Now, his mind was more on-the-ball, he could focus much better, but the environment felt…different. He didn't even need to open his eyes to know that.

"James?"

But clearly whoever he was with had a way of knowing he was awake.

"It's just us. Or, well, me. Cadel has disappeared again, leaving me with you…again…"

…Cadel…?

"It's almost like he doesn't want to be part of it, this happened last time too…you can open your eyes, you know, I can tell you're awake."

Slowly, Jim released a strained groan from his lips, detesting the idea of moving his eyelids and allowing light to seep through his eyes, but curiosity got the better of him.

Cracking open heavy eyelids, the first thing Jim noticed was the fact that there was a woman standing over him, and he was lying down. Again.

He felt like he recognised the woman, but couldn't quite put his finger on it…

"Wher'm'I?" Jim rasped out, no desire to even move his head.

His fingers twitched when he thought about how drained he was.

"You're in what I guess is Starfleet medical? I don't know, apparently it's a Starbase and I asked to take you to Starfleet medical, but I'm pretty sure they just pointed to the nearest facility and lied about the name to shut me up," she narrowed her eyes as if expecting a reply, then moved to the back of his head.

"…ugh…why…" if he had an ounce of ego left, Jim was pretty sure he'd be embarrassed by that tone of voice.

She just seemed to shrug above him, "We told your Starfleet we would deal with them on the condition we could finish our experiment on yourself."

Jim slowly allowed his eyes to shut, "And…they…allowed it?"

"There was only one guy we spoke to, he seemed to think it was fine," she justified, disappearing from his line of sight again, "Gave us uniforms and everything so we could come and get you."

Oh, that was great. So…Starfleet decided that he was disposable, then. Plonk a starship Captain in a closed-off medical room, experiment on him until he dies and get a 'free' membership with planet Bovis.

Awesome.

"Hate…my superiors," he grunted, increasingly aware of a burning sensation in his legs, "Not that…it matters…gonna…die anyway…"

Surprisingly, the woman, Ruri, just scoffed and stared at him as if he said something absurd, "I'm not…wow, I'm not going to kill you, James, what makes you think that?"

Huh.

He frowned, twisting his aching neck to the side, "You're experimenting on me…'til I die…no?"

She laughed at him, "I'll try not to kill you, James, but that's not my intent," she said seriously, "If I'm done and you live, you can saunter off for all I care, but the information on your human body is priceless to our people."

Unable to gather a response, Jim couldn't find it in him to speak, and deciding to sit up and get a better look of the room.

Until he fell back against the table again.

"Ugh…why'm'I so damn weak?" he blinked away his hazy vision, the throbbing in his thighs becoming more noticeable now, then attempted to sit up again.

It then became obvious to him, that the fact that his legs were hoisted up in stirrups and pulled wide apart, were the reason his thighs were burning so bad.

He slumped back on the table and groaned.

"…Hey man…what's with the gynaecology exam? I'm not a female, y'know…"

It was a joke, but Ruri seemed generally interested.

"Female?" she enquired, bringing out what looked like the Bovis version of PADD.

"Yeah…it's like…I'm male…I don't need my…y'know…looked at…it's a joke…cuz' I don't have one…" he sighed, "Damn…this is awkward…"

Ruri craned her neck to the side and began typing into her PADD.

"I thought all of your species had the same biological organs," she mused, moving to the front of the bed and holding the device out, "An interesting image to add to the database."

Jim snorted loudly, suddenly extremely uncomfortable and tried to move his legs, but they were locked into the restraints.

"Come on man…" he grunted half-heartedly, "No pictures…not without payment…" he tried to make the situation laughable. He wasn't sure if it was because Ruri had doped him up on drugs or if he generally didn't care anymore.

Either way, right now, he felt pretty trippy.

"I believe you've solved one of the problems I have with the human body," she informed him, typing some more into the PADD, "I once examined my first and only human a few years ago, on the first attempt before your people banished me. On the scan, their organs were slightly different to the ones your scan showed me."

Jim blinked, not sure how to reply to this extremely intimate conversation with his captive.

"At first, I thought your body was dysfunctional to the first human I had, so I was going to see what the problem was. And you're saying this is normal of the human body?"

Jim pursed his lips and clenched his jaw.

"Look man, can you just get me out of these restraints? It's a really intimate position, you know, it's really…like really inappropriate."

Ruri looked hurt, "I apologise, is it delicate to your culture?"

Jim wanted to slam his head into the table…if only he had the energy to move it.

"This is a new organ, I would like to look at it."

Jim only saw red, and panicked, "You are looking at it! And I want it to stop! Get me out of these damn things!" he kicked at the restraints, straining against the cuffs and trying to get his legs free but they remained spread apart in the air.

Ruri approached him cautiously, "Your respiration has increased significantly. Perhaps you are growing distressed?"

Jim spat out in anger, "Yes I'm growing distressed!"

She placed the PADD aside in favour for what Jim assumed was a hypo, "Perhaps you would prefer to remain unconscious?"

Jim's eyes went wide, "NO!"

Ruri stepped back at that, apparently shocked with Jim's sudden violent behaviour. She glanced at the hypospray for a second, then back to Jim.

"I do not want for you to be uncomfortable in my care."

Jim bulked, "In your care? Woman you don't…you don't understand what you're doing!"

Frowning, Ruri quickly whipped her PADD back up and disposed of the hypo, walking away to the other side of the room.

Jim was slightly calmer now that Ruri had left, but he was still in a position that only brought flashbacks and sent his heart thudding in his chest.

He was able to overhear his captive talking through their PADD.

"Yes Cadel, I am with James now. He says the organs we thought were malfunctioning are supposed to be there."

A staticky reply, "That is excellent news. Another mystery of the human body solved. Have you examined the organ closely? What is its function? It was not located in the other human."

"I struggle, Cadel. He is distressed, and has began fighting on my table. I offered for him to sleep but he merely screamed in the negative. What do I do?"

"It is possible this organ causes the human painful sensations. I will be there, ensure that he is kept calm."

By the time Ruri set her PADD aside and turned back around to face Jim, he was already wheezing through sheer panic. His bare skin began forming goosebumps, and he shuddered at the thought of someone going near him in his vulnerable position.

It brought unwanted memories of home…of Frank.

"I apologise for your distress," she said quietly, "I am unsure with how to proceed, so Cadel will take over from me. He has more experience with humans than I do."

Oh no.

Oh god.

Nonononono…

This is just like Frank all over again.

"Please…just…please, get my legs out of these restraints," he begged, kicking once more to illustrate his point, "I won't fight you, I swear, you can pin my legs to the table but please get me out of this position…"

He had reverted to a quivering blabbering mess now; his mind was firing images from his past experience with Frank at full throttle.

She generally looked sad, "I apologise…I cannot. Are you sure you don't want to sleep? I can make sure you won't—"

"GET ME OUT OF THESE FUCKING RESTRAINTS!" he screamed hoarsely, bucking and thrashing on the table like a trapped scared animal.

Or, in Ruri's eyes, he was a trapped scared animal.

Soon—too soon, the double doors whoosed open from behind him, and Jim couldn't see because he couldn't move, and in came Cadel, the shoulder that he had been slumped over.

He nodded towards Ruri and picked up the hypo that she had discarded on the tray.

"Why the hell are you doing this!?" he screamed wildly, trying to move his arms to smack the hypo out of the man's hands, but they didn't budge, "You can't do this! This is wrong!"

"Relax, James, there isn't anything you can do about it now, after all," the man soothed, as the doors hissed shut, leaving just he and Jim in the room together.

"Yes there is," he growled through gritted teeth, "You can let me go."

Cadel merely shook his head at him, pressing the hypo into Jim's neck, and as much as Jim fought and strained against it, the medication was released.

"You will remain awake, I don't want to damage you," he explained, as Jim's limbs lost their energy all in one second. He slumped back against the table, vulnerable, scared and exposed.

"They couldn't have allowed you to do this…" Jim mumbled, his head lulling left and right as he tried to stay awake, "They couldn't…"

He heard the grating sound of metal as Cadel seated himself on a stool parallel to Jim's groin.

Jim tried to come up with an escape plan, if that were even possible at this stage, but the sound of his captor snapping on gloves sent a sickening nauseating feeling to his gut.

"I think you have an admiral that is corrupt," he heard the other man say, the sound of metal clashing together as he fumbled for an instrument, while Jim could only stare at the ceiling "If it really is this bad, they would not have allowed me to do this, like you said."

Jim blinked sluggishly, jolting when he felt a smooth glove brush past his thigh.

"Either that or they don't care."

Jim furrowed his eyebrows at that, "Don't care…? My crew care about me…they're…my crew…"

He heard the man snort, "Clearly not," and he sucked in a breath when something cold was pressed into his opening.

"Shit," Jim hissed through clenched teeth, squirming as if it would make a difference.

"Exactly. If I Captain'd a starship like yours and found my crew would find me expendable, I'd feel like that too."

Jim's fingers were clenched yellow around the armrests, breathing shakily through his nose, "That's not…what I meant…you bast—fuck!"

"Well, then, what did you mean?" Cadel asked casually, as if shoving a probe up someone's backside was something he did every day.

Jim was quiet for a few moments, considering what Cadel was trying to tell him.

"…Bones left me?" he croaked, his fingers shaking for two different reasons.

"Apparently so."

"…Bones left me…"

"Yes."

"…can you please stop…?"

"No."

"…please?"

"No. Be quiet."

So, in silence, Jim remained slack on the table, allowing his…captor, to violate him, putting his hands all over his most private possession, as if a willing participant in his own torture.

He endured everything he was subjected to, mostly because he knew from this point on, he wasn't worthy of anything anymore.

The Enterprise was all he had. His crew were his family, Spock and Bones were his closest friends.

But they had allowed his previous torturers to saunter onto the ship, take him and experiment on him while they flew off with a new captain in tow.

He felt empty, a void in his chest, heavy eyes from the strained burning feeling of wanting to cry but holding it back, because he didn't want to show even more weakness than what had already escaped him.

After half an hour had gone, the feeling was becoming so routine, and Jim was becoming so tired, that his eyes began to close, sleep calling out to him.

Jim didn't actually intend to sleep.

He thought about it, but it was the last thing he remembered thinking about before passing out on the table.

Coming around once again, he felt a little more at peace.

He was coming to terms with his situation now; yes he would be stuck here and people were going to use him as a guinea pig, but they weren't trying to harm him on purpose.

He certainly wasn't safe, but going by his previous list of kidnappers, it could be worse. Much worse.

Feeling how sore his lips were, Jim started to lick them, before pausing when his tongue met a strange feeling in his mouth.

Automatically blinking open his eyes in shock, his tongue stuck outside his lip like a cat, before running it across his mouth again.

He frowned, and glanced up to find someone to give him an explanation.

Across the room, he saw Ruri, sitting on a chair on her own, hunched up and reading off a PADD-like device. In fact, it dawned upon him that his legs weren't hoisted up in stirrups anymore.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he slumped his head back on the table, shutting his eyes and completely forgetting about the strange feeling in his mouth, just glad that he wasn't exposed anymore.

Unfortunately, that seemed to have gained the attention of Ruri.

"James," he heard, footsteps quickly tapping towards him, "I am so sorry."

Confused, Jim forced his eyelids open again, to see that the humanoid female looking creature towering above him actually looked…guilty? There was just something in her eyes that gave it away.

Jim swallowed hard, preparing to say something but his throat was so dry. The guilty look on his torturers face didn't change.

He frowned, confused at the sudden guilt, "…why…?"

Ruri met his expression, eyebrows furrowing so deep that it'd make Bones proud, before staring at the wall.

"I was unsure of why you reacted how you did, James," she hugged the PADD close to her chest and fidgeted with restless legs, "When I left, I researched human ethics, and discovered that on your world, what we did…would be considered as…as rape," she said the last two words quickly, as if not wanting to admit it herself.

She was watching him carefully, waiting for a reply.

"Well, I, um…" how does he respond to this? She was claiming it was accidental. "I did tell you to stop, but you guys did it anyway."

She dipped her head, avoiding eye contact, "I assumed it was genuine fear. Being examined by a stranger that has you unable to move would be frightening for most cultures…I just…I assumed it was that…"

Jim bit his lip, and turned his head towards his left arm. His limbs were still bound down to the table. Clearly, despite her attempts to apologise, they had no plans to let him free any time soon.

"Did you…get what you needed to know from it?"

Jim didn't miss how her hands squeezed tighter around the PADD.

"Yes. We understand the reason for the differing organs now, thanks to you. I'd let you go, but…Cadel says he isn't finished yet."

Jim felt the colour drain from his face, "You mean you're gonna do it again?"

Ruri's eyes went wide, and she shook her head rapidly, "No! No, no, I mean, other parts of your human anatomy have not been studied yet. Cadel would like to finish."

He slowly closed his eyes, "And I assume you're gonna do what you did last time, just cut me open and rummage around 'til you're satisfied."

From the darkness, he heard a quiet nervous scoff, to his surprise.

"No, I…I refuse to continue. I feel ashamed. It was a violation of your human rights, and I cannot morally allow myself to continue the exam. Cadel however doesn't seem to care…"

Jim replied in what could be passed as a nod in his restrained condition, knowing that whatever Cadel was going to do to him, it couldn't be any worse than what he experienced earlier.

Releasing a long sigh, his tongue caught in his mouth again, and he frowned at the reminder.

"Uh…look, I've got this weird feeling in my mouth, what did you do?" he casually changed the subject.

Ruri stopped staring at the wall and focused intensely on Jim, before her eyes lit up in realisation. "Oh! Cadel took a sample of the white substance in what you call your mouth."

Jim snorted, completely oblivious to what she just said.

He knew she meant a tooth, but the innuendo generator imbedded in his brain tried to make him think of this 'white substance' as something else.

"What I call my mouth? The hell do you call it then?"

She raised an eyebrow, "We call it the objdenjitive."

Jim blinked.

"I'll stick with mouth."

For a few seconds, Jim was blissfully unaware of the fact that one of his tooth were now probably sitting in a jar for 'study purposes'.

For like, ten seconds.

Instantaneously, he shot forward and caused a massive clash on the restraints.

"You yanked out my tooth?" he yelled in disbelief, startling Ruri who almost dropped her PADD.

She stuttered and shook her head, "It wasn't me! It was Cadel!" she defended herself, scurrying away back towards her chair.

"What else do you want? My fuckin' kidney!?"

Ruri cleverly didn't reply, just kept her PADD clutched to her chest and watched him tentatively.

Great. Now when he tries to charm Spock with a seductive smile; all he's gonna notice is a giant hole in his mouth.

If they ever came back for him.

Jim huffed, "Well, come on then," he flapped his hand in dismissal, "Just do whatever you need to do so I can get out of these damn restraints."

The cuffs were beginning to tear away at his skin from being rubbed against it too hard.

Ruri observed him for a minute, and very slowly got out of her chair, placing the PADD aside and hastily leaving the room.

Well, at least he was flat on his back now, whatever Cadel wanted to bring upon him couldn't be any worse than the assault from earlier.

Whoever it was at Starfleet that had accepted this was really fucked up in the head.

While Ruri seemed quite withdrawn, apologetic and timid, Cadel was the complete opposite.

He burst into the room, PADD under his arm, and seated himself beside Jim's shoulder, not bothering to even offer eye contact.

Jim vaguely heard the whooshing sound of the door closing, his eyes still completely trained on his other torturer beside him, who at the moment seemed busy reading from his PADD.

"We gonna get this done or what?" he spat, rattling the restraints just to vent his frustration at the man.

Ruri seemed to be absolutely oblivious to what they had done earlier and had the conscience not to get involved again.

Cadel however, didn't seem to give a rat's ass, and continued on with a demeanour worse than Bones in a bad mood.

"We will begin when I am ready," the man hissed back at the screen, scrolling through what was probably lashings of information about what he had learnt about Jim's body so far.

"Tell me, James, how did your eye regain vision?" Cadel turned away from his PADD and stared at Jim, waiting for a reply.

"My doctor fixed it," Jim shrugged, squinting with his newly-working eye, "Dunno how that affects your implant though,"

Cadel tutted and turned back to his PADD, "We have lost signal with the implant due to your doctor meddling with your eye," he muttered, then quickly placed the PADD aside, "You don't have healing properties?"

Jim nearly laughed but it came out more as a snort, "No, as I said, my doctor did something…and fixed it," he paused, "He drugged me to hell, I don't know anything."

"Strange," Cadel twisted his neck, glancing at the PADD on the table but turning back to Jim, "Upon examining your jaw, I discovered teeth that have previously been there and been replaced. This is not a healing property?"

So that's why he yanked a damn tooth out.

"No." he said simply.

Cadel continued, "And previous scar tissue that has been replaced rapidly with regenerators. This is not a healing property?"

Jim wanted to smack the guy, "Yes, that's a healing property. Skin can heal. Some muscles can heal. I don't know dude, I'm a captain, not a doctor!"

"So, your teeth cannot heal themselves or grow anew."

"No. We have 2 sets of teeth and they grow in at a certain age. All of us."

Cadel nodded, "I have extracted one tooth, another one will not grow in its place?"

Jim narrowed his eyes, "No." he spat.

He didn't seem to a care, "A pity. But I am sure your doctor can conjure up something," before Jim could reply, the man reached off to the side and pulled over a new silver tray of instruments. "I will now commence my final examination."

Jim rolled his eyes.

"Can't wait."

What could the man possibly have in store for him this time?

Cadel swiftly stood up, grasped a folded up green sheet and lay it out over Jim's bare chest, from his collarbone to his pelvis.

It felt like silk to his skin, and it was cold.

"So, uh…where's your friend gone?" Jim asked, attempting to talk about something while Cadel unnervingly started working around him.

Cadel grasped the ends of the silk sheet and began clamping it under the table at all corners, "She wants no part of this," he replied, finishing clamping the top half of the sheet under the table until the sheet was tight and unwrinkled over Jim's body.

"We will wait several minutes for the material to mould."

Mould?

"What is this, stretchy clay?" he joked, wincing when he suddenly felt the cool silk begin to wrap around his thick shoulders.

"No, it is a sterile sheet that moulds to the subject's body."

Jim had heard of memory foam mattresses, but this was ridiculous. It was rapidly moulding itself around Jim's body.

"This is weird," he retorted, his feet tingling when the silk moulded into shape.

"Your medical technology is inferior. I am surprised your doctor successfully managed to disrupt the implant," Cadel answered stiffly, watching Jim like a hawk, "You are the second person out of nine-hundred-and-sixty-four to be able to disrupt it."

Jim balked, "You've done this to nine-hundred-and-sixty-four people!?"

Cadel strolled to the other side of the bed, "Yes, sixty-five percent have died."

Jim felt his blood run cold at that.

"What great odds," he retorted sarcastically.

Cadel glared at him icily, "You are terribly witty for someone about to undergo extreme pain."

Jim rolled his eyes, and was about to rattle his restraints again before he realised he couldn't move at all.

He was paralysed from the neck down.

Suddenly, his heart was in his throat, and his pulse was racing, "What the hell have you done? Why can't I move?" he panicked, trying and failing to move something—anything. Not even his toes responded.

Cadel was unphased, "The material contains a paralytic to keep the subject immobile."

Jim wanted to throw up, "I'm not a subject, you know, I'm a real fuckin' person!"

Bones was going to be so pissed off with them both.

Or, he would be, if he still cared.

And considering Jim was about to be opened up like a dead lab-rat, it was quite clear he didn't care.

Cadel didn't bother to reply, and simply run his finger along Jim's knee, testing how well the sheet had moulded.

He nodded to himself, ripping some gloves out from a box and probably, judging by Jim's wincing, snapped the gloves on as loud and intimidatingly as he possibly could.

It was like the man had a grudge against Jim or something.

"I would not worry, going by how you have dealt with this so far, it is very likely you will survive to the end of the experiment, where I will then set you free."

Jim shut his eyes and grunted, "Goodie."

He heard the sound of metal clashing, similar to what he heard before Cadel's previous exam, and out of curiosity, opened his eyes, to see Cadel coming at him with a gag.

Shit.

"Wait—wait, wait, stop, wait, wait, waiiii!—"

Cadel glared down at Jim, while the blonde's shouting was muffled by something plastic shoved into his mouth.

"I told you it would be painful, and as much as it will please me, I don't want to upset Ruri by hearing you scream for an hour," he snapped, frowning at the gag that was slightly too big for Jim's mouth, making his cracked lips bleed from being stretched too much.

Satisfied that this wasn't dangerous, Cadel headed back over to his tray of instruments and picked up a scalpel.

Jim stared wildly at him, eyes blown wide as he watched with his paralysed body, until Cadel marched over and dug the scalpel into the sheet.

Jim screamed.

Ruri knew this was wrong.

Cadel had a personal distaste against Jim for ruining the implant that only one person out of over nine-hundred had ruined.

It was bad enough the innocent human had been sexually violated, by Cadel no less, and now the man himself was back in there with the creature, not to mention angry with him.

In the past, they had strived to make other creatures comfortable, or at the very least sedated, until the experiment was finished and the creatures would be released. It's like what the people of Earth do, they catch a fish and release it later.

Information was important to them, they'd catch a new specie, lay them on their table, conduct their experiment, upload the information to their world-wide database and let them go. It is acceptable within the Bovian scientific government.

When people wanted to alias with their planet, usually for their extremely advanced technologies, they didn't even need to catch someone, they would offer themselves up for it.

But this creature was different. This human couldn't tolerate their ethics and their methods of research.

All of a sudden, Ruri was ripped out of her thoughts as a muffled scream tore through the metal door, sending shivers down her spine and nausea to her stomach.

Her eyes locked onto the door, unable to look away while a constant, hoarse scream made her want to crumble on the inside.

Cadel obviously was not going by procedure. Subjects were always either sedated or put to sleep for this stage, and clearly out of spite, Cadel had left Jim wide awake and stuffed something in his mouth to stifle his screaming.

She was sympathetic to the human, she really was. This was never usually how these experiments would go, and she so terribly wished that Cadel would stop torturing the poor human out of spite. She couldn't imagine how scared the human must be feeling.

She sat and listened for another whole minute of endless screaming, when suddenly he heard the voice of Cadel roar SHUT UP over Jim's own yelling.

There was silence for perhaps ten seconds, before the noise started again, but this time it was a tearful scream for help.

Having heard enough of this, she untensed herself and tried to hunch her shoulders up, marching towards the room and waiting for it to hiss open.

Inside the room, was the typical view of what it would look like, only there was the extra noise of the human's distress over the top.

Both Cadel and Jim were beetroot red, Jim from his screaming, and Cadel from his rage.

As per usual, there was a green silky sheet moulded over the subject body, a huge incision in the chest about 7 inches long, pulled apart and gaining Cadel easy access to the subject's internal organs. The only problem was, the subject was still awake.

"Cadel," she muttered to him over Jim's choking noises, "This is against all scientific code of conduct for Bovis. This is illegal, and immoral."

Her furious friend shook his head, continuing to roam around inside the subject's body, no doubt noting the anatomy of the organs and their placement.

"Our implants cost hundreds of thousands of bovanian finance, this will surely teach future subjects that destroying the implant is not acceptable behaviour."

Ruri's heart thudded in her chest as the moaning from the human became strained and weaker.

"Regardless, you're going to kill him if you keep this up. He won't be able to take it," she warned him, glancing towards Jim, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Many have died during this experiment, if he dies too, then so be it."

Ruri shook her head at him, "Cadel, he is only human. The creature is clearly in extreme pain, you must stop causing him to suffer out of spite!"

Cadel stopped staring at Jim's insides for a second and glared at Ruri, "This is one creature out of nine hundred. What's so special that you care about the feelings of this one?"

Ruri paused, gazing at Jim as if to find the answer. The human was only crying at this point, clearly growing too weak to shout any louder.

"He is similar to us," she said carefully, turning her head back to him slowly, "Have you not noticed? Their appearance is similar, if not for their darker eyes and strange objdenjitive structure," she tried to plead with him, and silently grew some hope when Cadel stopped staring ragefully and slowly turned to face Jim too.

The human's strained moaning was beginning to grow louder again.

"You must stop hurting him, Cadel…ruining our implant was the mistake of his doctor, who only wanted to fix his eye."

For one shining moment, Ruri thought that she had actually gotten through to her rageful friend.

But after a couple more seconds, he merely shook his head, said "I must discover the meaning for his two kidneys," and consequently rammed the incision wider.

Instantaneously, a hoarse scream tore through the room, a mix of a shriek of pain and fear, until finally she decided that she had made her decision.

She stormed out of the room, not missing the glimpse of tearful, begging blue eyes that were gazing pleadingly at her as the door hissed shut.

Then, in the far distance, the shouting of men could be heard growing closer in the corridors.

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