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REAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!” screamed the Orion male in an interrogation chair in the middle of a darkened room.
“Do you know what this is?” a figure spoke from behind him.
Callex mustered the strength to raise his head, and in so doing, a bead of sweat dropped from his head upon his bare chest sliding down to the floor. He recognised the Klingon pain stick, from his time on Qo’nos in servitude.
“We’ve modified it so that it tears the skin and rips into your flesh, but then you’ve felt that already.”
Callex then felt the cold metal of a hypospray touching the side of his neck before the recognisable *WOOOOOOSH* of the injection. The hand holding it traced the vein and down to his bare chest, where sweat had left a trail moments earlier.
“I have just hypersensitised all of your pain receptors in your body. The humans have a saying, “a pound of flesh”, intended as a quantity of mass for payment. Is your green flesh worth the inconveniences that your captain cost me?!?
The pain stick delivered another parcel of pure pain to Callex and it was excruciating for him. He was exhausted after hours of enduring this, never once seeing the face of his torturer. His mind began slipping, his will on the verge of breaking…his life starting to flash before his eyes.
“What…have you done….to my master…?” Callex muttered as best he could. His voice was coarse and dry, deprived of water and food.
"Why are you willing to give everything up for him? Why did you come here? Did you think you could save him?"
Callex knew what his master had done. For he was right there beside him. The Orion slave. The loyal servant. The secret lover. A bold mission deep into Romulan space that had gone terribly wrong.
Callex found this trait about his captain intoxicating. Full of adventure, boldness and braveness, always ready to take on the galaxy…it was hard not to have fallen in love. It was this boldness that led to the rescue of Callex from Klingon servitude years before and Callex happily became his new slave. But it blossomed into something deeper between the two men, something formidable that would be worthy of Klingon song.
“Do you know what your captain…your Master did to you? Before his trial, he sold you. You belong to me…now.
“No, he could never do that…he would never do that….”
“You forget your place, slave. You are property. You are mine.
“No…no….." Callex's mind began running away with confusion and emotions that would annoy Vulcans no end.
The Romulan turned away, smiling with achievement, and moved to the rear forcefield wall of the room. He signalled to the guard who deactivated the field to leave.
“Are you sure this slave is worth all this trouble?”
“Yes,” replied a figure who had been watching patiently in the corner. “Yes, he is.”
Callex’s former master and his new one left side by side together, as salty tears ran down his face to sting the open wounds left upon his body.
…to be continued…?
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