She observed him while he was cleaning his weapons. His skin was greenish with black and red spots decorating it. The dreadlocks were black and red with silver rings on it.

Emma eyed his mask, it had the lower jaw of a skull attached to it. Making it look fearsome. He wasn't one of those 'good' predators, he had a reputation she guessed. He had talked before about being a bad blood and all. They probably had different rules, or no rules at all.

Remembering Celtic and Falconer, they were also bad bloods then. She didn't see them anymore. Falconer was at least kind of sweet? If you could see it that way at least. He mostly kept her company in the beginning and made sure she had something to eat, even though she didn't want anything. Not after that scene with Karen.

Emma shuddered. She couldn't forget about that either, it was like a movie repeating itself in her mind. Seeing her hang there and then those blades sticking out of her body. Horrible..

"Thinking again?" it didn't sound like a question, more like mocking again.

She shrugged. "So what, you don't care."

He returned on cleaning his weapons again, those blades and his cannon. God he must be so proud of himself having such things attached to him.

Emma thought about escaping or running away, but where could she go? She would be stuck on a planet she didn't even know. And she wasn't exactly fast. Nonetheless he would be capturing her within an instant. And probably hurt her even more. She still felt where he had kicked her, there was a bruise forming as well.

"I'm going to the bathroom, to clean myself." she said and left quickly.

He eyed her shortly before rumbling.

In the bathroom she could breath a bit easier, all the stress from the last couple of days. It got it's toll on her. She washed her face while running a bath. For a bath it was rather huge, almost a swimming pool. And weird buttons where on the side of it, maybe some sort of bubble bath? The image itself was hilarious, she almost giggled. But that was quickly washed away with the thought of knowing where she was. All alone in space with a violent alien species.

"Are you done yet?" came his voice form outside the door.

Emma quickly used a towel to hide herself, in case he decided to walk in. But he didn't.

"No, I'm just starting."

"Slow little pig, hurry up!" he said and banged on the door.

Striking fear into her system, or at least trying to. But Emma brushed it off, she tried. It was best to go on and accept things how they were.

"You can do this Emma, you'll make it through." she whispered to herself while sitting in the bathtub. Or at least holding on to the sides in case she went down.

She was slowly drifting off in her head when a loud bang woke her up. There was struggling outside the door and some roaring going on. She immediately jumped out of the bath, dried herself and put her dirty clothes back on.

"Berserker?" she carefully called out.

Another bang was heard, she was getting scared now. What in the hell was going on?

The bathroom door opened abruptly and another predator was thrown inside. Emma screamed and walked backwards against the wall.

This predator or Yautja had a brown skin with grey stripes all over his body. His green eyes shot to hers before it drifted off to his attacker.

Emma somewhat relaxed when she saw Berserker walking in, his chest moved deeply by his breaths. As if he just walked a marathon. His red eyes flashed towards her for a moment, making sure she was unharmed.

"An Ooman, how low even for you, Berserker.."

Berserker snorted and growled dangerously at him.

Emma got a bit annoyed the fact the strange one started talking in their native language. Was it about her? She figured it was, cause his eyes were roaming over her body just then.

"It's no concern for you, she's mine." Berserker responded.

The brown one grimaced when he picked him up by the scruff of his neck. They may be the same size, Berserker still had the upper hand.

"Now go back to your lovely clan, unless you wish for me to use your skull." he said next to his ear.

He didn't need to be said twice, the predator quickly ran off. There was some green blood on the ground, it almost glowed.

"What was that about?" Emma asked.

Berserker was still breathing deeply, he even started purring. It's like she was surrounded by a huge cat. That's what she was gonna call him a big cat.

"He came sniffing here, he smelled you."

"Smell me?"

For some reason he started puffing his chest out a bit more, trying to look more intimidating.

"He was looking for a mate."

She was dead, so dead. Emma gulped, bile was coming up in her throat. She felt disgusted. Just the thought alone made her feel cringey.

"But that's not gonna happen, right?"

Berserker didn't respond on that. He merely watched her, with those evil looking eyes. A deep stare, penetrating her gaze.

"Berserker?"

He turned around and went on with what he was doing before that predator came. Emma had cold sweat on her, she was scared again. She was gonna be used as a mate? He didn't say no or even a yes. Hopefully that didn't actually happen.

Emma couldn't sleep that night, too much was on her mind of what happened today. She kept tossing and turning to the point that Berserker pinched her a tad to hard and turned around. He always used pain to control her, she almost enjoye dit aswell. How twisted was that?

"If you don't stop moving this instant, you'll sleep outside." his dark voice said.

"I'm sorry.. it's just I'm worried."

Berserker sighed deeply and turned around again to face her, even in the dark she could make out his face. Those intimidating eyes.

"I don't wanna be used as a slave or even a sex slave."

"If you just behave all will be good."

"So you'll just give me away, if I don't listen?"

"Why would I do that, you bring enough trouble as it is. I best just keep you myself and use you."

Emma shivered by that thought, she felt kinda warm.. down there.

She heard Berserker sniff.

"Is somebody getting in the mood?"

Emma rolled away from him. No she wasn't in the mood, what kinda question was that? Especially with him.

She felt his hands on herself again, this time on her stomach. They felt surprisingly warm, she almost moaned by the touch. But he started to dig is nails in her skin again, to the point that there was blood, she was sure.

"Sto-p.." she called out.

"Little pig needs to listen, or she'll get punished." he hissed next to her before letting go.

While he slept soundly, Emma stayed awake for a while.

The next day she woke up feeling more tired than ever. The bed was good and she was warm throughout the entire night, it's just her mind. It didn't stop spinning. And it didn't help to have Berserker with her either. In the middle of the night he turned around, pulled her closer and kept an arm around her. His breathing on her neck made her feel so nervous.

"Hello little pig."

She eyed him, he looked more well rested.

"Are you gonna go out again?"

"We are heading back to the big ship."

Oh great more predators who will hate her, just what she needed. She somewhat enjoyed being alone with him for this time. At least she could think properly without being worried about being attacked from behind. Nonetheless she at least knew where he hung out, in the big ship she didn't even know if he was still there or not.

Arriving back wasn't with a welcoming group, nobody really cared. Emma noticed two predators standing at the end of the garage. She recognized them as Celtic and Falconer. They were waiting on them.

Berserker guided her to a different room, again a lot of skulls hung on the wall. She figured it must be his trophy room. Even though there were a lot more of them than on the other ship.

"Is this room yours?" she asked him.

He shook his head.

"They are from Celtic and Falconer."

She didn't know predators shared rooms especially trophy ones.

"Why are we back here?"

Berserker turned towards her, puffed his chest and rumbled deeply.

"I will be an elder."

What did that mean? What was gonna happen to her then?

Truth be told shortly after he led her to his quarters, demanded her to stay and left. She even had someone watching her while he was gone, luckily it was Falconer. He seemed very young.

"Do you even like being here?" she asked him.

The predator merely shrugged, he didn't say a word. Maybe he couldn't speak English?

"So he's becoming an elder, what happens then?"

Again Falconer shrugged, this time eyeing his wristblade. Making sure their conversation had ended that way. He didn't wanna talk, or maybe he wasn't allowed to.

It didn't take long for Berserker to come back, his formal wear was a bit different. He had a cape attached to his shoulders and his armor was more sturdy. He said something to Falconer, more like barking something at him. The young predator left immediately.

"So, you are an elder. What next?"

Berserker started purring.

God he and his damn purring, Emma thought.

"We will eat."

Oh great, he'll be watching her constantly making her feel out of place and all.

It was different this time, whenever a predator tried to look nasty at her Berserker would growl something at them. They would look away.

But he didn't stop at looking at her, the constant digging of his eyes in her.

While Emma was enjoying the strange fruits decorating her plate, the rest ate meat. And it was raw.

"Do you guy's eat humans as well?" Emma carefully asked Berserker, trying to avoid his gaze though.

"What do you think this is?" he said pointing at the meat on his plate.

Emma gulped and grimaced. Berserker laughed.

The mocking kept going on again. She felt disgusted by it.

"Sit on my lap, little sparrow." he suddenly asked.

The Yautja next her eyed him shortly with a weird gaze. He was probably not agreeing to his leader just wanting a Ooman female on his lap.

"I rather not.."

Berserker growled lowly again, giving her a warning.

"It wasn't a request, pig."

She hated to be called a pig, it hurt. But he didn't care.

Emma stood up and slowly walked towards where he was sitting, not far from her spot though. While she just stood there lost, confused and out of space. He pulled her on him, she tumbled face first into his chest. Berserker started laughing again, this time she heard more laughing with him.

Pulling herself in a sitting position on one of his legs, she eyes their surroundings nervously. He may not be touching her, but his breath was rather close to her.

"Feeling scared yet?" he asked that question again.

Emma nodded.

"Good."

Thank you all for reading this.

Hopefully you'll enjoy it so far.

Though I don't have much time to write, I try to go on with the story.