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Julie steadily ran out of steam trying to wriggle out of this guy's grip. But was still fuming by the time he brought her to another room.
Kata'nu came to a stop briefly at one of the doors. He punched in a code on the keypad next to it and a few moments later, the door slid open to allow them access.
Again, this room like the others she's been in so far was not all that well lit. Though it was lit may be only a little better than the others. She could make out other objects in the room.
Then she felt herself being lowered to the floor on her feet.
The young woman backed away from the strange alien man. It still rattled her with how big he truly was. She was very petite to begin with, only standing at 4ft. 11in. tall.
Her head came up to just below his chest. If she had to guess, he was anywhere between 7ft. 3in. to 7ft. 5in. tall.
She kept her steel gaze on him. And the hunter could tell she was quite tense and nervous but trying to hide it. But it still fascinated him that she wasn't completely cowering in fear.
"Where the hell did you bring me now?" Julie asked.
"My quarters." He replied.
She was silent for a moment. Before asking her next question.
"Why?" She asks.
"Because I decided to keep you." He said.
Then he turned and headed to the left side of the room.
"Keep me? Keep Me!? Fuck you! I'm not some fucking object to keep! Nor some kind of pet!" She practically yelled at his retreating form.
He looked over his shoulder, "Didn't say you were an object or pet. You are a servant though."
Kata'nu pressed on a hidden panel on the wall. And a part of it slid open, revealing a large open space in the wall. He then started to remove some of his weapons and place them on the wall within the space.
"Servant my ass! It's not going to happen! Send me and the other people back home right now!" She snapped.
Julie was itching to run over and grab one of his weapons as he removed them. But something told her that would be a bad idea. While she could hold her own in a fight against a man, due to years of combat training, this guy was no ordinary human man.
He clearly was bigger and most likely stronger than any man back on Earth.
"You're better suited for this life. More so than you would be on Earth. And as far as the other humans go, I don't have much of a say in what happens with them. But all will go to new homes." Kata'nu stated.
Her anger really wasn't getting to him. He was still quite calm and collect in regard to the ooman female's small outburst.
"I already have a home! And all those people already had them too! You took all of us away from our homes! And you had no fucking right to do so! You assholes kidnapped us!" She continued yelling.
He sighs, as he started removing his awu'asa as well and started hanging the pieces up on the wall next to the weapons.
"Call it what you will. But you're still staying here and with me. The sooner you realize this, the better." He says.
"Like hell I am!" She then ran over to the door.
Only to be surprised, when it didn't slide open to allow her out.
"It's locked." He said.
Julie became even angrier and slammed her fist against the closed door. A small auditory thump followed, and it sting her hand. But she could care less, she was pissed.
"That sounded like it hurt." He said with his back still to her.
Kata'nu went to remove his bracers, when he felt something hit the back of his head.
He snapped his head around, wondering what the hell she could've thrown, and looked down to see one of her leather sandals on the floor behind him.
He reached down to pick it up, his gaze went from it to her. Before he lightly tossed it back to her.
"Anyone ever tell you your temper is as short as your stature?" Kata'nu somewhat teased.
"Anyone ever tell you you're a real wise ass?" She retorted.
"All the time. But thank you for reminding me." He sassed.
Yeah, keep going. Because next you won't get a sandal thrown at that fat head of yours. Instead, you'll get a foot up the ass." Julie snapped.
"So, does this mean you won't assist me in removing my armor then?" He smartly asked.
Julie's reply was flipping him the bird on both hands.
"That comes later. If you behave." He teased.
If it were possible for steam to be coming out of her ears right now; there would be.
"Forget it you fucktard! Don't even think about touching me! Otherwise, they will be cut off!" She shouted.
'Damn, this female is just as mouthy as my mother. And here I thought she never had a filter. Can't imagine how interesting it would be if I put this female in a room with her.' He thought.
"That's quite harsh. Especially, since I haven't laid a hand on you. If I were any other yautja, they would've been putting you in your place right now with all the insults you've been throwing out." He told her.
Which is true. While they are mostly a patient lot, yautja didn't like insults hurled at them and most of the time will react with hostility.
Kata'nu was not only patient, but he was not one to let things get to him. Most insults just slide off of his skin like water. And instead of fighting, he just usually hurls smart ass remarks back at the other.
Remarks that usually had other yautja laughing at the one he throws his retorts back at.
There were times, where his father said he was surprised he made it this far in life without being killed by another with his witty attitude. A trait he apparently inherited from his mother.
"Being stuck here against my will makes the situation no better, whether you do decide to attack me or not." She stated.
"I won't attack you. Unless you give me a reason to. Like attack me with a weapon. Sadly, I can't help but feel that could happen at some point with you. Seeing as you are quite the fiery one." Kata'nu said.
Julie pursed her lips and was silent for a moment. Before speaking up.
"Why are you really doing this? Why take me?" She inquired.
He tilted his masked face at her, "Because like the others that were brought aboard, you appeared to be a good choice. We are quite selective when choosing someone for the status of servant. They must be young and strong. Both in mind and in body."
"Oh, and that makes me apparently fit the bill then?" She sarcastically replied.
"Yes, you showed a nice demonstration of that strength and determination when you attacked Dachande and kicked him. I apologize for him by the way. He tends to be a bit of a hot head." He told her.
Julie snorted, "I could care less. I still think you're all a bunch of assholes regardless. Because you all had a hand in capturing and kidnapping innocent people."
"Keep calling me that all you like. But at least have the decency to put 'Master' in front of it." He quipped, still somewhat teasing her.
"In your dreams. I'll never sink so low to call anyone that. And as I said before, you don't own me, and you never will." She spat.
"You sure about that? Because from where I'm standing, it certainly looks like I own you." Kata'nu stated.
The young woman clenched her fists, "No, just because I'm stuck in this room with you and wearing this slutty Princess Leia slave outfit doesn't mean shit."
"Insulting the outfit picked out for you now? A shame, I think it suits you. And am I really that bad of company?" He inquires.
"Would you really like me to answer that? Though I doubt I could count all the reasons why you aren't on my hand." Julie replied.
"Makes sense, since your hands are just as small as the rest of you." He teased.
She reared back a little, before narrowing her eyes and clenching her jaw.
"You really are an insufferable prick, aren't you?" She hissed.
He just nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders.
"To each is own. Are you quite finished yet? Because I'd like to finish up here and rest." Kata'nu asks.
"Hardly, but fine. That mask of yours looks quite retarded as it is." Julie retorted.
The hunter merely rolls his eyes. Then reaches up to unhook and remove his mask.
There is a small hissing sound as she watches him remove these strange little tubes from the side of his angular looking mask. Then he slowly wraps his hands around it and starts to ease it off of his face.
Julie found her heart pounding for some reason as he started to lower it off of his face.
She didn't know what to expect what lay behind that mask once he had it off. But still, it was far off from what she could've ever imagined.
He had a high sloped back forehead that ended with these strange ridges going around the sides, with these long, black tubes jutting from the skull around the crown. That forehead shadowed these deep-set amber colored eyes. And once he took it off completely, she could barely hold back a gasp.
He had a mouth, but it was quite small and full of sharp teeth. But the weirdest thing was the strange appendages surrounding the mouth. They looked like a double set of mandibles. Each one ended in a wicked looking tusk.
Kata'nu watched and waited for her reaction. A part of him was still expecting her to scream. Which was quite common with new servants that were just obtained and brought in.
Instead, she just stood there, frozen to the spot, staring at him with an incredulous look.
Julie observed how his mandibles seemed to flex and move. She saw the two bottom ones pull in, while the top two flared out, almost like some strange, nightmarish smirk or smile.
"On second thought, put the mask back on and keep it on." She said.
The hunter snorted, "Funny, considering many females find me handsome."
She blinked a couple times, "Is that what they say? Before putting a blindfold on themselves before screwing you?"
His smirk widens, "More like, they tell me to go harder and faster."
Julie gave him a disgusted look, which just made him chuckle.
"So glad, I haven't eaten anything yet. Because that was fucking gross." She told him.
At that point, he pretty much had everything off. Then he pressed this button on his wrist comp, and the netting that covered his body retracted.
Now, he was mainly just in a dark blue loincloth. Without all the armor on, she could see more of his impressive physique. And he noted that her gaze did do a small sweep up and down his form.
He grinned and placed his hands on his hips as if giving her a little pose.
"You may not like my face. But it's obvious you find the rest of me appealing." He teased.
The young woman glared at him.
"You wish. You ugly motherfucker." She snapped.
"Don't have to wish." Kata'nu replied.
Then he started making his way over to his bed near the back left corner of the room.
The reddish yellow yautja pulled back the top pelt and got in. Then he made his way to the middle and crossed his arms behind his head. When he saw the small ooman female was still standing there in the middle of the room, he spoke up.
"You coming to bed or not...R'ka-de?" He asked.
Her eyes widened briefly, before they narrowed once more.
"Forget it, I'm not going anywhere near you. I'll take my chances on the floor." She snapped.
He eyed her for a moment.
"Suit yourself." Was all he said, before closing his eyes.
Julie glared at him for a little longer. Before her gaze swept across the rest of the room.
She noticed there was another door on the right side. Then her gaze went back to the strange alien being on relaxing on the large pelt covered bed.
"What's behind that door on the right side of this room?" She asks.
He cracked open an eye briefly and looked at her.
"The bathroom." He replied.
Julie didn't respond. Instead, she headed over to that part of the room. And when she stopped in front of the door, it slid open.
She peered inside and low and behold, it was a bathroom and a large one at that. It looked like it was about the size of the room they were currently in. The inground tub in the back looked like it was easily twice the size of a jacuzzi.
"Can it be any bigger. Could practically fit half my apartment in there." Julie stated.
"Feel free to use the tub as a bed if you want then." He joked.
She snorted, then stepped back, allowing the door to slide shut again.
Then she turned around again to face him.
"Just toss me a blanket." Julie demanded.
Kata'nu let out a small yawn and stretched his arms.
"Nope, good night." He said, then rolled over onto his side.
She growled, then stomped over to his bed.
Julie grabbed a fistful of the pelt that was covering him and tried to yank it off. But he grabbed ahold of it and smirked when he heard her struggling to pull the pelt from his iron grip.
He had half a mind to let it go, if it meant watching her fall back on her ass and getting a good laugh out of it. But at the moment, he was a little too tired to play games.
So, he continued to hold on.
She tried like hell for the next couple minutes trying to pull it free. And grew more agitated by the second when she couldn't rip it free from his grasp. She even tried to pry his fingers and hand from it. But he only tightened his grip even more.
"Goddamn, cocksucker!" Julie snapped in irritation and kicked at the bed.
Then Kata'nu opened his eyes a little, only to see her walking away with a huff. Then she went and laid down on the right side of the room, not far from the wall.
He heard her grumble out a few more curses as she laid there.
Of course, trying to sleep on a hard metal floor was hardly comfortable for her. If tossing and turning about wasn't proof of that. She eventually found herself on her left side once more, facing the metal wall.
After a few minutes, her vision began to blur, as she felt the first onset of tears coming on.
Julie couldn't stop the tears from rolling across the bride of her nose onto the floor beneath her. She so badly wanted to wake up and realize this was all a nightmare.
But she sadly knew, it wasn't the case. This was really happening. She really was captured and taken by these strange alien beings. And to top it off, they planned on keeping her for a servant.
It was hard enough adjusting back to civilian life after leaving the marines. And then this shit fest happened.
She pursed her lips to try and hold the sobs in as her shoulders started to shake up and down a little. She opened her mouth a little and let out a long, shaky exhale.
Her side started to get a little sore and numb as she continued laying there on her side on that hard floor.
Julie is unsure how long she was laying there, before she felt a pair of hands carefully lifted her up off of the floor. She jumped a little at the intrusion as they brought her to a large, warm chest.
Then he carried her bridal style to his bed.
Through her blurred and hazy vision, she saw herself being lowered down onto the soft pelts. Then the large male getting in behind her and pulling the covers over the both of them.
She still faced the wall and didn't turn to face him. She was just too emotionally and physically exhausted at this point to face him or say anything else to him.
There were a couple minutes of silence, before he decided to speak.
"I still never got your name. What is it?" He asks.
Julie didn't feel like answering though.
He waited a few moments, until he realized he won't get an answer. He understood she was still very pissed from this whole ordeal. But he still would've thought she'd at least give him her name.
Perhaps, it was best to just let her rest.
And so, that is what he did. He lied awake for a while, until her breathing evened out and she was finally asleep. Then he too found himself falling asleep as well. His last thoughts drifted to the headstrong ooman female lying next to him.
Until Next Time ;)