Behind Cold Metal
Chapter 3: Lost Within the Mind
A day had passed since Samus had been taken into captivity and Meta Ridley had decided to keep her alive until further plans were made. He sat in his throne room, with a view of the Pirate Homeworld and it's never ending stretch of metal on the horizon never ending (Uh...that was a shit description).
Meta Ridley was trying to realize why he didn't just kill Samus. Most of him thought that there would have been no fun or challenge in it, but a small fraction of his mind started to look for a different reason.
"...I can't put my mind on it..." he thought. "I want to think it would be no fun...but I know that's not completely true...so why?" he thought. At that moment, a Pirate walked in.
"Sir" he said as he walked in.
"Give me the report on Samus's condition" Meta Ridley asked.
"She has woken from the anaesthetic. She is receiving leftovers of the Pirates food, which is distributed into breakfast, lunch and supper cycles. There isn't much for her to eat and the water she drinks...has no guarantee of being clean" he explained.
"Very good. At least she is not comfortable. Back to your post grunt" he said. The Pirate saluted before walking back out to leave Meta Ridley to contemplate his thoughts and process then twice and thrice again.
Samus, on the other hand, was disgusted with the food, but had no choice but to eat it. She was surprised to find that it agreed with her digestive system, although the water tasted sour. She realised the food she was eating would ruin her shape, so as soon as she finished heating each of her meals, she started to work out, doing push ups, sit ups, squats, and everything else she could do to stay in shape (and at the same time make sure her gymnastics were at peak condition). There was no way she could escape from her cell, so she thought she would just have to make do with what she had.
But she still didn't understand why she was alive. She had the feeling that a torrent of torturing sessions would be coming, but luckily for her, Meta Ridley had other plans...
As soon as Samus had finished her supper, still in her Power Suit, she started to work out again until Meta Ridley appeared at the cell door, holding a large crossbow.
"If you try to escape, I'll impale you" he said. Samus had the temptation at once to run right out of the door as soon as Meta Ridley opened it, but the crossbow was big, and with all her Energy Tanks and such taken away from her, she would be killed instantly. She sat down on her bed, crossing her arms. Meta Ridley walked in and locked the door before pulling out a chair that Samus didn't see and sit down on it.
"...I could kill you right now Samus...you're fully aware of that" he said. Samus gave him the silent treatment and said nothing. Meta Ridley picked up on this and slapped her with his large metal hand. Samus grunted and fell off the bed, getting up slowly.
"Answer me when I speak to you!" he commanded. He was hoping that watching Samus suffer would destroy his second thought and convince him to enjoy her pain. But as he slapped Samus again, he didn't feel any entertainment. He sighed and sat down for a second as Samus got back up to her bed, bitter and about to unleash harsh words upon Meta Ridley.
"...The silent treatment...fine then. Be that way. I will decide whether I will torture you in three days time. Until then, enjoy your stay, you wretch" he said, standing up and kicking the chair at her. She dodged it, just like she dodged all of Meta Ridley's weapons in the past. Meta Ridley aimed the crossbow and carefully left her cell before locking it, giving her one more look and walking back to his throne room, wondering why he didn't get any enjoyment out of hurting Samus, when she was most vulnerable.