Uninvited

Posted on Thu Jul 20th, 2023 @ 4:48am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen

Mission: Repairs and Retribution
Location: Kunar Mining Camp
Timeline: Night - Morning of Day 2

Disclaimer: The following may contain content of a disturbing nature. Though PG-13 there are some who may be offended. If you are easily offended skip this post. Though it is wonderfully written, you've been warned.

The lights were dim, shadows casting an eerie projection that made the most nondescript of objects seem to be threatening monsters. The cells were quiet, the guards occasionally wandered through the corridors, bored and counting the minutes until their next break. There was little for them to do, all the prisoners were asleep or at the very least attempting to rest.

Rhenora was asleep. Her body's need for rest overpowering her mind's want to stay at least partially awake. Her dreams were dark, punctuated by the occasional muffled cry as they twisted and turned the day's already torturous events into something worse. She didn't notice the change in footsteps, the slightly different footfall and the more definitive clack of highly polished military boot on stone. He conferred with the guard on duty and was pointed towards a cell, stopping before it and considering its occupant.

She seemed innocent enough, the Bajoran in the red Starfleet uniform, dirty and sweat stained, hair tangled and tied in a matted knot at the base of her neck. He knew her not in person, but only by reputation. This single woman had murdered dozens of Cardassians both during the occupation and afterwards in her time with Starfleet. She was the proverbial thorn in the side of every Cardassian. One who had caught the attention of The Mrs, and would most likely meet her beloved Prophets by the hand of the other woman. The soldier smiled, if he were lucky he may be fortunate enough in bearing witness to the breaking of this one.

"Watch and learn" he murmured to the sullen guard, who was interested in anything at this time of the evening that broke the monotony. Instead of snapping the forcefield off, he lowered it gradually, silently, until the field simply no longer existed. He stepped forward, equally as silently, his method of walking causing next to no sound as he moved. It was slow, calculated and the effect was as intended. She slept, albeit restlessly but nonetheless asleep.

The soldier took his time, stalking up to his prey until he was by her side without her even knowing. He observed her, his mind running through several scenarios as to how to rattle her the most. From what he had gathered from The Mrs, she was the spouse of the man currently being 'entertained' by his master. All the better to torment her.

He slipped on a pair of black leather gloves, so soft they felt like skin themselves. Skin that had not seen hard labor nor manual work that was. Silky smooth, like the hands of the man with The Mrs. Normally touching the body of a Bajoran would revolt him, however this was intoxicating, the mental games were almost a drug unto themselves. The torment she would feel when all became apparent would make everything worth it.

With the barest of touches the glove caressed the outer edge of her arm, almost as soft as a lover would. The ghost of a touch elicited the desired response. She sighed, adjusting her position a little and murmuring the quietest "Remal" under her breath. Stealing himself he repeated the process, keeping a wary eye on the couple next door who stood mute with disruptors to their heads to ensure their silence. Another sigh, and he almost felt his own body respond before the repulsion quickly snaffled any further rousings. This woman had killed so many, and he would have his fun before bringing her unharmed body to his master. He would take time to toy with her, to mess with her in ways that would be innocent in every way except in her mind. He continued to caress her body, steering clear of anywhere that could be misconstrued as sexual. A touch of the arm, a pause on her outer thigh. One hand always on his disruptor, ready for when she awoke and her fantasies and thus her mind shattered into enough pieces to repay the lives she had taken.

A few glorious minutes went by before something twigged, a sharp intake of breath and she bolted upright, eyes blinking in the gloom, confused and panicked. His disruptor was to her forehead before she realized what was going on. "I'm sorry my dear, your dear Husband is being entertained by The Mrs, and you are next" His voice was silky smooth like velvet, the amusement almost dripping from his mouth. Oh yes that had been worth every minute of it.

TBC