Chapter34 (Shaal Mayan)
Shaal had never understood the concept of suicide. Until now.
She had been moved into this human's private quarters and there, he continually 'played' with her. Night after night he would rape her like she was some kind of slave.
Shaal wanted it to end.
Her worst experience had come yesterday, when she was at the end of the bed and he deliberately wedged his food into her mouth and grinned like a mad man. It was a vile act, one that demanded revenge. The teachings of the religious caste forbade revenge. But he treated her as if she were some vicious animal and she had grown weak and frightened as time went on.
Normally she was tied to the bed in chains and left for the entire day. At first, she had looked around the brightly lit room and devised a plan to escape. Her strength had failed as her condition deteriorated.
Today, he'd neglected to chain her up and she was free to roam his room. The door was locked but she saw seven three-foot boomerangs hanging on the wall above some entertainment screen.
She lifted one of them off the wall. And the sleek shine and black color accompanied by a red styled finish made this device appear to be a deadly weapon. Once she held the long device in her hand, it flipped open into a V shape and Shaal was surprised to discover it had extended itself into a total of six feet. How could she hide such a weapon? It was metal and felt light. She decided to hide the thing beside the door until he came back home.
His brightly lit apartment seemed clean and unsuited for a man of his taste. She was confused and in great pain. His vile touch and contamination continued to burn into her stomach and she felt every inch of his fluid inside. She was unable to remove it and felt her own body contaminated by his filth. She collapsed on the floor and curled into a small ball, waiting for some miracle, something to free her from this dreadful life.
Half naked in the dirty clothes she had worn for days since her capture, Shaal froze at the sudden unlocking of the door.
He was home.
Before she could reach the weapon, Zack spotted it and grinned "I see you found the boomerangs, Shaaaaal." He drooled over her name and picked up the six-foot device, sort of waving it in the air. "These were a gift from a special friend, before he was killed by your race."
He closed the boomerang and placed it back in its rightful place. Shaal curled up beside the foot of the bed. She knew he was angry and she was about to feel his pain again. Shaal wished he would kill her. But more worrying was what had happened to Delenn. Did he do the same thing?
"Where's my friend, Delenn?" she asked with a slight quiver.
The human placed a glass on the table and grabbed a bottle. She assumed it was an alcoholic beverage humans liked to drink.
"Don't worry, Shaaaaal, she's fine. I have no interest in that person. You are my fascination now." He poured another glass. She assumed it was for her.
"Minbari can't drink alcohol. It makes us extremely violent."
The human smiled and walked over to her. "That's interesting."
He handed her the glass and forced her to drink the bitter water. It burned as it was forced down her throat and made her stomach churn with hate. She felt the sizzling poison take its effect on the back of her throat and she grew weak at the knees. He continued to force more into her. Isthishumancrazy?PerhapsthisisthemomentI'mgoingtodie.
She was forced to drink three glasses of the potent water. Shaal was very weak and sick. The alcohol had not taken its effect yet, but the burning sensation of that drink had overtaken the evil contamination that filtered into her body from the relentless rape. She could feel her blood begin to boil, wiping out her rational thought.
Shaal felt her breathing escalate and she could not control her emotions. She slowly turned into a wild animal, filled with hate.
Before long, she could no longer hold back her anger. All pain had vanished and she felt lightheaded. Rage filled every part of her body and she wanted to kill the human sitting on the bed waiting for her. She stood up and her half worn clothes only needed a small jolt for them to fall from her shoulders. She felt her chest heave to and fro and her heart raced out of control. Her own body was superheated with hate. As a poet, she had been trained to control rage, but she could not control this. With her hands held out in a fighting position she lunged towards the human, intent on murder. She dug her nails into his skin and bit down on any piece of flesh she could find. He screamed and roared but she continued. She tore at the flesh and kicked anywhere. Shaal let loose with all her strength...
But…she was badly outmatched. She was badly out-matched and it only heightened his excitement. She had no choice but endure the roughest, most contaminated method of rape any creature alive should never endure.